SHE'S GOIN' BALD

Silken hair, more silken hair Fell on her face and no wind was blowin' Silken hair, more silken hair Lay near her pill-box down at the inn I peeked in And when I saw she'd lost her hair I thought I would chill When she saw her shinin' forehead Didn't stop; she swooned to the ground I saw hard, I blew my mind I blew my cool, I blew myself over Oh oh oh oh oh Sha na na, sha na na na na na na na na na na What a blow Sha na na, na na na na na na na What a blow Sha na na, na na na na na na na What a blow Sha na na, na na na na na na na What a blow Sha na na, na na She drew a comb across her scalp And brushed what she had left I tried to salvage what I could And threw it in a sack She made a bee line to her room And grabbed all kind of juice She started pourin' it on her head And thought it'd grow it back You're too late mama And nothin' upside your head No more, no more, no more, no more Upside your head You're too late mama And nothin' upside your head No more, no more, no more, no more Upside your head You're too late mama And nothin' upside your head No more, no more, no more, no more