every night, I'm lyin in bed
taking my rogaine, and creams
thinking about why I'm "shiny head"
thinkin no fair, but it seems.
I've tried the bad comb over
but the sides always looked too rough
my girlfriend was cryin,
I guess she detested my rug


beautiful faces, hair in right places,
lookin that way, I would love
I said to Margaret, just paint on a target
for the crappy birds up above
the same old rug
on top or my mug
just laying there on my head
I know you are crying, you say you're detesting my rug..

I'm thinkin back in time,
whan I used brylcreem
I'm going to call on old Sy,
that hair clubbin' guy
and I could go on dreamin
but every morning,
I wake up not furry
hopin to see hair there today
even some old grey
long as it's mine
"departed" in the middle today

You know, I've never had a hairpiece baby
I didn't think it looked all that rough
but now in your heart
I see you're detesting my rug
oh sweet darlin,
you are detesting my rug
oh oh oh
sweet darlin yu are detesting my rug
every night and every day
you are detesting my rug