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 Beverly.
Hills, that is. Plastic surgeons. Hair transplants.
(Cue the banjo.)
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