| Folks call me mister Cleanhead 'cause my head is bald on top
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| Folks call me mister Cleanhead 'cause my head is bald on top
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| And every week I save a dollar
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| When I walk by that barber shop
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| If it wasn’t for you women I’d have my curly locks today
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| If it wasn’t for you women I’d have my curly locks today
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| But I’ve been hugged kissed and petted
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| Till all my hair was rubbed away
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| When it starts to gettin' wetter
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| My head gets kinda cold
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| I try to grow a little hair
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| When I care to save my soul
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| When it comes to gettin' summer
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| I get such a pretty tan
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| You can hear all the women holler
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| Where I can find that Cleanhead man?
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| Yes they call me mister Cleanhead 'cause I’ve been bald a long long time
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| But I don’t need to worry
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| You’ll get yours and brother I know I’ll get mine
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| Now you heard my story
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| And I hope you’ll understand
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| Why you hear all the women holler
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| Where can I find that Cleanhead man? |