Special Helmet

I met a very special girl
She had very special hair
I met her down on the street
I was gonna take her somewhere
And it was very important
That, not everyone was aware
That she, that she was something out
Of the ordinary
She had a very special bag
The same color as her hair
It seemed she wanted me to ask her
«Now, what you got up in there?»
She said «I got a very special helmet.»
«It takes me down into a bush or
A large animal and I get stomped on my head by its hoofs.»
Well, I need my special helmet
And I need my special helmet
Well, I need my special helmet
And I need my special helmet
We got these dangers out on the streets
Ah, when you’re sitting in an automobile
At any moment in time a large rock
Or poisonous snake could crash through the windshield
And separate your hair from your head
And your feet from the floor
And your hands from the side of the door
And your cup from its cup holder
I need my special helmet
And I need my special helmet
Well, I need my special helmet
And I need my special helmet
Special helmet
I need my special helmet
And I need my special helmet
I need my special helmet