The Dapper Skeleton's Haircut

[Verse]
In a town where the sun never sets,
Lived a skeleton, no regrets,
He strutted down the cobblestone street,
With a rattle and a clatter in his bony feet.
He found the barber, sign aglow,
"Fancy haircuts, come on, let's go!"
He stepped inside with a bony grin,
Ready for the magic to begin.
[Chorus]
Skeleton in the barber's chair,
No skin or flesh, but he didn’t care,
"Give me a style, make it grand,
The finest haircut in the land."
[Verse 2]
The barber stared, in disbelief,
"How do I style without a sheath?"
Skeleton laughed, "Just do your best,
I need to look sharp for the autumn fest."
With clippers, scissors, and a comb,
The barber worked in his creative zone,
He snipped and shaped, without a fuss,
Creating a masterpiece, just because.
[Chorus]
Skeleton in the barber's chair,
No skin or flesh, but he didn’t care,
"Give me a style, make it grand,
The finest haircut in the land."
[Bridge]
Bony fingers tapped the armrest,
As the barber worked, giving his best,
Polished the skull, with a shiny sheen,
Skeleton looked like a dapper dream.
[Chorus]
Skeleton in the barber's chair,
No skin or flesh, but he didn’t care,
"Give me a style, make it grand,
The finest haircut in the land."
[Verse 3]
Skeleton thanked him, tipped his hat,
Walked out the door, feeling all that,
In the town where the sun never sets,
A skeleton’s haircut, no one forgets.
He strutted down the street, a sight to see,
The fanciest skeleton, as fancy as can be,
In a town where the magic never dies,
A skeleton with style, in everyone's eyes.