| They say that life’s a gamble, you can’t know what’s in store
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| Just when you think it’s one thing, another walks through the door
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| Thought nothing could surprise me, thought I’d seen it all before
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| Until that fateful morning I woke up with a pompadour
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| Most days I wake early, when the birdies start to sing
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| I’m beside a sleeping beauty, she’s the one who wears my ring
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| And I tried hard not to wake her, I got up and tiptoed out
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| But when I looked in the bathroom mirror I gave out a rowdy shout
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| Pompadour, it was a pompadour
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| It was not just some bed-head, it did not look like hell
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| I thought I might be dreaming so I pinched myself to tell
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| It was like a range of mountains, it swooped high before it fell
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| It looked like Christopher Walken run amuck with styling gel
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| Pompadour, a real pompadour
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| I started thinking different about how I’d spend my day
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| I would need a suit of rhinestones, that would be the only way
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| I’d write my name on the neck of my guitar in pearl inlay
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| It would be worth every penny of the dough I’d have to pay
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| My ideals were high and mighty but they didn’t last so long
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| As I read the morning paper things started going wrong
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| I ran my fingers through my hair and I did for too long
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| I flattened my pour pompadour but at least I got this song
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| Pompadour, I woke up with a pompadour
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