Comb-over Man

Testo:

© Shamika
Where did it go, oh where oh where, one day here next day, nothing there.
He knew it was going, he saw it receding, with each fallen tress his heart was bleeding.
His dome round and shiny, like a bowling ball, he had to do something before he lost it all.
So he made a low parting, way down to the side, then he combed it across the 'great divide'

Comb-over Man... I know you're doing the best you can.
Comb-over Man... I have to tell you, I'm not a big fan.

The problem increased when the wind was blowing, which way would the strands be going.
He thought about implants but that was expensive now the hair loss was so extensive.
Checking his head in the mirror got scarier while the rest of his body seemed to get hairier.
His friends had made jokes since the hair loss began, now they were calling him Comb-over Man.

Comb-over Man... I know you're doing the best you can.
Comb-over Man... I have to tell you, I'm not a big fan.

Today he's a 'slaphead', looks like a baby, he started looking to buy a 'rug' maybe.
He finally accepted his fate with sorrow
Another case of 'Hair today and gone tomorrow'
Another case of 'Hair today and gone tomorrow'

Comb-over Man... I know you're doing the best you can.
Comb-over Man... I have to tell you, I'm not a big fan.
Comb-over Man... Can you feel the rain on your roof
You lost it Man, there's no growing back and thats the truth!