He said his name was Dan Druff

In days of old when barbers were bold and dreadlocks weren't invented.
Bad hair days reached epidemic proportions as crazy coiffeurs ran amuck.
With a botched bouffant here and troubled tresses there cranial catastrophes reached crisis point.
They left mayhem and a melange of unmanageable mop tops everywhere.
It was hairdresser hell at the okay chorale as a veritable dog's dinner of maniacal manes were let loose on the unsuspecting public.
Bonces with bounce reached epidemic proportions.
Something for the weekend?
Either that or try wearing a cap!
Protect and survive. Protect and survive.