Bald

No matter how far you jog

Or how your muscles grow

You left love for nothing

And your still bald

Your still bald, bald

You know you're over forty

And your wife let herself go

And no one understands you

But that cute twenty year old

But your still bald

Bald to the bone

You wear bald-headed shoes

And bald-headed jeans

Your wife's home with the children

And your out there doin' a scene

Your still bald

Bald to the bone

You say there's hair clubs, weaves and transplants

And things to make it grow

But underneath that head of hair

Is a man who ain't got his own

And your still bald, oh, bald

Bald to the bone

Bald