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The top of my head shines through my haircut
Even when I brush, shape, and style
The top of my head smiles at the young man
Telling me I must have been alive a while
The top of my head shows up in pictures
Don't it make me look so strange?
I guess I only see my used-to-be
And everybody's seen me change
On the top of my head, I got a suntan
My top's down for the sunny day
So strange to be a grown man
Wonder how I got that way?
I can't believe all that time I wasted
Worrying 'bout the hair I lack
Sometimes I catch myself leaned in the mirror
Wondering if it's growing back...
On the top of my head
The top of my head!
Never mind telling me all about distinguished company
Yeah well, sure it looks great on them
But that's a few great men who made a difference in history
You see, it only looks right on a great man
With a lifetime of great things done
Time has got tight, it's gotten late, man
I'd like to think that I have just begun
But there's no sense riding in a big, black Stetson
There's nothing I can hide away
And they say, every hair on the head is counted
So is every single day
Anyway
On the top of my head
The top of my head
The top of my head