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LESS HAIR, MORE HATS

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I was a young man there, in my prime

I had a head full of hair, looking so fine

Then around about the age, of 29 

Came the first stage, a receding hairline 

 

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Oh no, not that, Less Hair, More Hats (x2)

 

I’ve tried the creams and lotions, formulas and tonics 

But that receding motion, it’s all about genetics, 

Comb it from the back, sweep it from the sides 

Spray to make it thick, ‘cause my follicles died 

 

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Glue on the rug, a toupee 

Transplant some plugs, or shave it, all away 

Massage your head, make the blood flow, 

“I think my roots are dead”, I’ve got a chrome dome

 

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Don’t worry fellas, your charm is going to sell us, 

The hairy guys are jealous

 

A balding singer, might impress the girls 

But there will be no more fingers, running through my curls 

I’ve done all I can, even tried a weave 

It’s the curse of a man, oh baby please don’t leave 

 

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