Amy Winehouse scared the hell out of greeted photographers outside her London home Tuesday morning, offering them cheese on toast and a look at her ravishing, luxurious new locks.

Did the rehab clinic take a hacksaw to her beehive when it hissed at the medics like a feral, strung-out kitten?

Or did Amy chop her old ‘do off in an attempt to go undercover now that her husband Blake Fielder-Civil is out of the pokey?

Either way, with her new curly weave Winehouse seems to be channelling Rhea Pearlman…with just a dash of Harpo Marx and a light sprinkling of Frank N Furter.

Lookin’ good, Amy! And, thanks, but it’s a pass on the toast.