/jp/ - Otaku Culture

The Servant went down to Rocco's, he was looking for a facial peel
he was in a bind cause he left cash behind: he was wantin' to make a deal
When he came across this young man cuttin' on a hairdo and makin' it hot.
And then Archer jumped upon a hickory stump and said: "Boy let me tell you what:

"I bet you didn't know it, but I'm a fashion stylist too.
"And if you'd care to cut some hair, I'll make a bet with you.
"Now you work a pretty good clipper, boy, but give yourself your due:
"I bet a curler of gold for a free hair roll, 'cos I think I'm better than you."

The boy said: "My name's Shirou and it might be a sin,
"But I'll take your bet, your gonna regret, 'cos I'm the best that's ever been."

Shirou you polish up your comb and work your scissors hard.
'Cos hells broke loose in Midgard and that Servant styles it hard.
And if you win you get these shiny curlers made of gold.
But if you lose, then Archer's hair gets rolled.

The Servant opened up his hands and he said: "I'll start this show."
And fire flew from his fingertips as he traced a pair of combs.
And he pulled their teeth across his locks and it made an evil hiss.
Then a host of tools appeared and it sounded something like this.
When the devil finished, Shirou said: "Well you're pretty good, old one.
"But if you'll sit down in that chair, right there, and let me show you how hair's done."

Scrubbing in the shampoo, V-O-Five
The trimmin' of the hair, clippers flash like knives.
Spikin' with the hair pick, watch him go.
"Archer, is your hair dyed?"
"No, child, no."

The Servant bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat.
He laid those golden curlers on the ground at Shirou's feet.
Shirou said: "Archer just come on back if you ever want your new do chilled.
"I told you once, you son of a bitch, people dye if they are skilled."