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Mr  Stuart
by Tom Perri

There once was a young hair stylist who could
Was and set and curl.
And though nature born him a man
He acted like a girl
In the heart of town he styled hair
‘cross the county spread his fame
You can call him what you want
Mr. Stuart is his name.

Mr. Stuart, Mr. Stuart.
You can call him what you want
Mr. Stuart is his name

(additional lyrics)
Then a bad man came to town
And folks all said beware
He had a bad temper and equally bad hair
He called out Mr. Stuart for a wash
A cut and styling
Last I heard they’re holding hands
Out on Fire Island