Blow Hole.
By Randall Stephen Hall ©
https://soundcloud.com/randall-stephen-hall/blow-hole
When I realized that I was losing it, a bit, around the back of my head
I thought the most therapeutic thing to do was just come out. So writing a song about it seemed like the most logical next step. “Blow Hole” was my new word for
the thinning of the hair. A noble term I thought, where the skin was breaching
the waves of my hair. It works for me. Enough said (as I wipe away a man tear).
CHORUS.
Daddy’s got a blow hole
On his head.
Nobody shot him
But he feels half dead.
He’s kissin’ fifty
And he feels like lead.
Daddy’s got a Blow Hole
On his head.
Daddy’s got a Blow Hole
On his head.
- Daddy’s got a Blow Hole
He is just like a whale
Way up upon his head
Where his hair just used to sail.
Male pattern baldness
It comes in many guises.
So just embrace the whale
In all her shapes and sizes. CHORUS.
- The aliens did land.
The abduction on his head.
Left a big corn circle
Where his crop had been instead.
Why do they leave these magic marks ?
It is a mystery.
Why did you take my hair?
Oh come and just abduct me !!! CHORUS.
- Well you can try to hide it
With caps and hats and stuff.
Develop cunning ploys.
Hide the golf ball in the rough.
Big potato in the soil
That keeps on coming through.
Your hair has had its chips.
And your bacon’s just been stewed. CHORUS.
- There is a helpless hairline
For you are not alone.
The aliens are listening
Cause’ they’ve hacked into your phone.
They’ll come and land one evening
Replace your hair with weed.
Just go light up your head
That’s all the help you’ll need.
CHORUS.
end.
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