No Hair Without You

I make a whisker less old guy, getting “punked”, by each kid in the state
Worrying ‘bout a hole in my hair from the couch, plus I’m putting on weight
Today wrote out a prescription find a hair restoration machine
I still remember in my youth had a mullet like you’ve never seen

Where would I go?
What would I do?
I would have no hair without you
Now I thank heavens above you It can grow
(I just can’t make it on my own )

Watching teenage crap T.V Miley Cyrus was calling me vain
Turned it off before the 7th thing ‘cause it sounded like she was in pain
If I look in the mirror now, I can see a repair in the holes
Still with food I can’t cut back, Yum does somebody smell fresh bread rolls?

Where would I go?
What would I do?
I would have no hair without you
Now I thank heavens above you It can grow
(I just can’t make it on my own)

Good morning bristle, it’s miracle time
But we’ve got all day and it’s time for French fries!
Frisky on whisky we’re hairy and dine
Drinking in, sinking in locks
Length it’ll grow I gloriously don’t know

I’ve no hair without you
(now I thank)
Heaven’s above you
(It can grow)