| Silken hair, more silken hair
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| Fell on her face and no wind was blowin'
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| (She's goin' bald)
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| Silken hair, more silken hair
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| Lay near her pillbox down at her feet
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| (She'd been on a trip)
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| I peeked in and when I saw she’d
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| Lost her hair I thought I would keel
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| (she's goin' bald)
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| When she saw her shining forehead
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| Didn’t stop she swooned to the ground
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| (Really flipped her wig)
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| Laughed so hard I
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| Blew my mind
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| I blew my cool
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| I blew myself over
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| Oh oh oh oh oh oh
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| Sha na na, sha na na na na na na na na
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| What a blow
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| Sha na na, sha na na na na na na na na
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| What a blow
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| Sha na na, sha na na na na na na na na
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| What a blow
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| Sha na na, sha na na na na na na na na
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| What a blow
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| Sha na na, sha na na
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| She drew her comb acrost her scalp
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| And brushed what she had left
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| I tried to salvage what I could
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| And threw it in a sack
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| She made a b-line to her room
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| And grabbed all kind o' juice
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| She started pourin' it on her head
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| And thought it’d grow it back
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| Ah ha haaaaaa
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| You’re too late mama
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| Ain’t nothin' upside your head
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| No more no more no more no more
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| Upside your head
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| Too late mama
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| Ain’t nothin' upside your head
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| No more no more no more no more
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| Upside
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| Upside your head
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| You’re too late mama
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| Ain’t nothin' upside your head
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| No more no more no more no more
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| (What about it, dude?) |