Come and listen to a story about a man named Jed.

Poor mountaineer owned the hair upon his head.

But then one day he was shootin' at some food,

and out fell his hair right down to the root.



Bald, that is. Chrome domed. Cueball style.



Well the first thing you know ole Jed is combing air.

Kinfolk said, "Jed you been hitting Nair?"

Said, "Dermatology is the place you outa be."

So they loaded up the truck and they moved to… Continue

Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear, and Fuzzy Wuzzy liked his hair.

But then one day he tripped and fell, into a pool of woman's Nair.

Now Fuzzy Wuzzy -- once so fair, was Fuzzy Wuzzy who had no hair.



So Fuzzy Wuzzy went on a tear, or sat around in his underwear.

Either way he didn't dare, go out in public without his hair.



So Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear and Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair.

And try as might he could not care, about anything other than his hair.

So everyday… Continue