It's said these are the legends of two scrotum guns, brothers
Their names were walnuts and raisins
It's a tale about war, love, betrayal, and demise
And it started 'cause they had hair like oprah winfrey
They wore mesh shirts, stoned washed jeans
And used lots of aqua-net

Where did their hair go?
Where did their hair go?
Where did their hair go?
Where did their hair go?

Walnuts could shoot his load 3 miles high
Pink leotard tanks wanted to get with this guy
It was the 80's and big hair was the thing
While walnuts was thick and luscious, raisins' hair was thinning
Jealous and distraught, they say raisins
Got duct tape and ripped all walnuts' hair off
Oh, oh, oh

Where did their hair go?
Where did their hair go?
Where did their hair go?
Where did their hair go?

I remember when these scrotum guns were young
The pink tanks always made love to the scrotum guns
They rubbed their scrotes against everyone
Now these balls hang so low
Are so hairless and slow, and are wrinkled

Rasisins set-off to kill the ikari warriors
And made a mixed-tape for his girl
Meanwhile, walnuts sported a mohawk

And rubbed the boobies of raisin's main squeeze
Raisins vowed retaliation
Knocked him out with a rubik's cube
Had him break dance in parachute pants
Listen to hours of milli vanilli with a sony walkman
Till his hair fell out, but the truth we may never know
Where did their hair go?