Country Robert Stanley
Comb Over

A bald mans dilemma

Comb over
I wake in the morning and see all the hair that Ive shed.
When I wake in the morning I can see different parts of my head.

I look in the mirror, whose that staring at me?
I look in the mirror its a shiny bald head that I see.

Its a comb over, its a comb over, its a com over for my hair.

My wife's been complaining I keep blocking up the sink.
Ive so self conscious a head like an ice skating ring.

When out in the sunshine my bald glistens like chrome.
With my sickly white complexion my heads like white driven snow
Its a comb over, its a comb over, its a com over for my hair