I have a lot of courage; I know no fear.
But there’s a little monster haunting children every year.
You smile smugly, “Oh, it won’t come near me!”
But then you get the phone call, and you are under siege! 

(Uh, Mrs. Robinson, your child has…)

Head lice! Head lice!
We found some on her head!
Head lice! Head lice! 
And you know how they spread!
Come and get your daughter, waiting in the vestibule.
And when she passes head check, then she’ll return to school!

The plague has descended and it’s on you.
You call the doctor to find out what to do.
He doesn’t want to see her, and you are not surprised.
The nurse gives you a list of the things you’ve got to buy (to kill the)
 
Head lice!  Head lice!
Teeny tiny pest!
Head lice!  Head lice! 
How could they infest
Your darling little daughter with her healthy head of hair?
So you fork out fifteen bucks and you hurry home from there.

Thirteen hours later, you fall into bed.  
You’ve shampooed, nit-picked, sprayed, and you know the lice are dead. 
But you cannot stop your scratching, and you still have the creeps
And you may not feel normal for several more weeks. (‘cause you’ve been through)

Head lice!  Head lice!
Horrible nightmare!
Head lice!  Head lice!
You dream they’re in YOUR hair! 
As and you drift to sleep, you pray within your brain,
“Please, Lord, no more head lice!  This really was a pain!