Pompadour

Well they say that life’s a gamble, you can’t know what’s in store

Just when you think it’s one thing, then another walks through the door

I thought nothing could surprise me, I thought I’d seen it all before

Until that fateful morning I woke up with a pompadour

Most days I wake up early, when the birdies start to sing

I’m beside a sleeping beauty, she’s the one who wears my ring

And I tried hard not to wake her, I got up and I tiptoed out

But when I looked in the bathroom mirror I gave out a rowdy shout

Pompadour, it was a pompadour

It was not just some bed-head, it did not look like hell

I thought I might be dreaming so I pinched myself to tell

It was like a range of mountains, it swooped high before it fell

I looked like christopher walken run amuck with styling gel

Pompadour, a real pompadour

I started thinking different about how I’d spend my day

I would need a suit of rhinestones, that would be the only way

I’d write my name on the neck of my guitar in pearl inlay

It would be worth every penny of the dough I’d have to pay

My ideals were high and mighty but they did not last so long

As I read the morning paper things started going wrong

Well I ran my fingers through my hair, I did for too long

Well I flattened my pour pompadour but at least I got this song

Pompadour, I woke up with a pompadour

It was pompadour, it was pompadour