The 'Airs On Me 'Ead

The black ones I got from my mother, The glamourpuss Welsh princess; The red ones came from my dad, The freckled Irish redbeard; The blonde ones were mine as a baby, Ringlets that bounced when I ran; As a child I turned to a light brunette, Thick and fine, flecked with my ancestry. But the grey ones are all my own doing: I made them, I earned them, I deserve them, I worried them into my life, I worked and partied, I pushed myself for them, Those late nights are there to be seen, And all the hair dye in the world Can't cover up who I've been.