Everytime I shake my headnIt's like ChristmasnWas it coincidence or incidentsnThat had me wearing white shirts all the timennEvery time I shake my headnIt's Kris KringlenAnd every time I brush my hairnBells jinglennItching leads to scratching leads to scalp chunk in my nailsnMy shampoo failsnMy hopes and hairs run down the drainn(what a pain)nIt's not meant to be Christmas all the timennIt's 93 degrees outsidenAnd it's snowingnI'm Mr. Unsure lacking pridenAnd it's showingnnShaking heads are flakingnDead skin on my shouldersnAll the older shineheads point and giggle at my plightn(and that aint right)nIt's not meant to be Christmas all the timennCall it HARassed or harASSEDnI've been embarrassed in the pastnAnd now at last I've given up on reasonn(not on rhyme)nIt's not meant to be Christmas all the time