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The top of my head shines through my haircut
Even when I brush, shape and style
Top of my head smiles at the young man
Telling me I must have been alive awhile
The top of my head shows up in pictures
Don't it make me look so strange
I guess I only see my used-to-be
And everybody's seen me change

On the top of my head I got a suntan
My top's down for the sunny day
It's so strange to be a grown man
Wonder how I got that way
I can't believe all that time I wasted
Worried 'bout the hair I lack
Sometimes I catch myself lean in the mirror
Wonderin' if it's growing back

On the top of my head
The top of my head

Never mind telling me all about distinguished company
Yeah well, well sure it looks great on them
But that's a few great men who made a difference in history
See it only looks right on a great man
With a lifetime of great things done
But time has got tight
It's gotten late, man
I'd like to think that I've just begun
But there's no sense riding in a big black stetson
It's nothing I can hide away
And they say every hair on the head is a counter
But so is every single day, anyway

On the top of my head
Top of my head
The top of my head
The top of my head shines through my haircut   Even when I brush, shape and style   Top of my head smiles at the young man   Telling me I must have been alive awhile   The top of my head shows up in pictures   Don't it make me look so strange   I guess I only see my used-to-be   And everybody's seen me change      On the top of my head I got a suntan   My top's down for the sunny day   It's so strange to be a grown man   Wonder how I got that way   I can't believe all that time I wasted   Worried 'bout the hair I lack   Sometimes I catch myself lean in the mirror   Wonderin' if it's growing back      On the top of my head   The top of my head      Never mind telling me all about distinguished company   Yeah well, well sure it looks great on them   But that's a few great men who made a difference in history   See it only looks right on a great man   With a lifetime of great things done   But time has got tight   It's gotten late, man   I'd like to think that I've just begun   But there's no sense riding in a big black stetson   It's nothing I can hide away   And they say every hair on the head is a counter   But so is every single day, anyway      On the top of my head   Top of my head   The top of my head