my hair has got a little thinner
i won't feign it with a phony toupee
yeah, i got a growin' little bald spot
that looks so ugly, displayed
comb-over, i've chosen
i hope there ain't no wind today

you know my hair line is risin'
and my cute looks are diffused
i part with precision
then the whole thing is treated with mousse
comb-over, i've chosen
hell, its floppin' and loose

i got the locks foldin' over
it needs a lot of teasin' and goo
i don't wanna have to fight it
hold it down or re-fidget anew
comb-over, i've chosen
shockin', but 'deed i do

it has appealin'....tightness
won't blow your cover
it looks real...and solid
comb it over...and smoosh it up
just
a trifle further
cause ideal...are...locks
when
head is smothered
comb-over, i've chosen
dig the style of my 'do

well, early in the mornin'
its the hair-do, i'll be formin'
its a snap and an ease to do
long hairs get fiddled
overlaid in the middle
and then i'm combin' it through
comb-over, i've chosen
hell, its floppin' and loose

you know it wiggles when my head turns
care-free, it looks on top
i've got a crazy part here
you cannot tell i need some locks
lookin' good is no crime
i doubt that i'll ever stop

comb-over, i've chosen...comb-over, i've chosen
comb-over, i've chosen...comb-over, i've chosen
comb-over, i've chosen
dig the style of my 'do