No Hair Man

(To the tune of “Nowhere Man”)

He’s a real no-hair man
Wishing he had more hair, man
Searching for some grow-hair plans from somebody

Doesn’t have a curl to view
Combs find nothing moving through
Absent hair has made a dome that’s bare

No-hair man, your mission
Is to fix this condition
No-hair man, you’re needing a cover there for your head

Scalp so bare it has a sheen
There’s no place to smear Brylcreem
No-hair man I’m sure it seems surreal

No-hair man, no fussing
There’s no hair for mussing
No-hair man – Perhaps it would help to try some Rogaine

Cannot get a cut of crew
Dreads are not a choice for you
Are you soothed because you are so smooth?

No-hair man, your mission
Is to fix this condition
No-hair man, you’re needing a cover there for your head

He’s a real no-hair man
Wishing he had more hair, man
Searching for some grow-hair plans from somebody
Searching for some grow-hair plans from somebody
Searching for some grow-hair plans from somebody

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