Gone Away
In my hand a picture from ’68
Hair thicker than my doomed fate
Who’s that tow-headed child from Ohio dear?
Running from the camera Dad held near
Now it’s 74
Hair is more and more
Flowing from my helmet hockey
Is that Frampton comes alive?
Or Edgar Winter’s clone I see
Eight inches past my collar
Teacher says it’s no good
Where do I think I am from?
Am I am freak?
Am I a hood?
Hair, where’s my hair?
Where’s my hair?
Where’s my hair?
It’s gone away
Hair, where’s my hair?
Where’s my hair?
Where’s my hair
It’s gone away
Whatever happened to its heft?
So very few strands are left
Jump on the comb every morning
Suicide kings bound for glory
I tried shaving my head
Trying to look cool
Only looked like a fool
My shiny dome
My stupid grin
No natural 10s did I win
Grew it back
Combed it over
Trying to cover
The cliffs of dover
Reflecting pools on my head
Getting worse and worse
I do dread
Hair, where’s my hair?
Where’s my hair?
Where’s my hair
It’s gone away
Hair, where’s my hair?
Where’s my hair?
Where’s my hair?
It’s gone away
I don’t know when to give up
When to say uncle
When to say when
Should I join the hair club for men?
Or get a toupee like Captain Kirk
Or am I already a big enough jerk?
Does anybody really care if my hair is half gone?
Maybe a few maybe for some
And as I watch the strands go down the drain
I try to numb the pain
No more expensive shampoo
Or 65 dollar LA dos
Hair, where’s my hair?
Where’s my hair?
Where’s my hair?
It’s gone away
Hair, where’s my hair?
Where’s my hair?
Where’s my hair?
It’s gone away
© 1999 Joe Ditzel and Ditzelize Music
