The Beauty of Being Bald
I can go out in the pouring rain and not get my hair wet;
That’s the beauty of being bald and don’t you ever forget.
Think of the money that I don’t spend buying any shampoo;
Think of the things that cash can get when the year is through.
I don’t hang out at the barber shop; there is no reason to do it;
No comb or brush on my vanity top; no hair to run through it.
No need to get angry or upset; I haven’t anything left to pull;
No reason to wear a bathing cap when diving in the pool.
God only made a few perfect heads; the rest he covered with hair;
Laugh if you want, I really don’t care I’ve nothing left up there.
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