Oh, but of course…
The temperature at the airport is 80 degrees, and that’s kind of stupid 'cause I don’t know anyone who lives at the airport. Downtown, it’s much hotter… downtown’s on fire, man!
Tonight’s forecast: …Dark! Continued dark overnight, with some widely scattered light by morning.
And I know what I"m talking about. I’m Mr. Conductor, everybody!
I’m aware
that some stare
at my hair.
In fact, to be fair,
Some really despair
of my hair.
But I don’t care,
Cause they’re not aware,
Nor are they debonaire.
In fact, they’re just square.
They see hair
down to there,
Say, “Beware”
and go off on a tear!
I say, “No fair!”
A head that is bare
is really nowhere.
So be like a bear,
be fair
with your hair!
Show it you care.
Wear it to there.
Or to there.
Or to there,
if you dare!
My wife bought some hair
at a fair,
to use as a spare.
Did I care?
Au contraire!
Spare
hair
is fair!
In fact, hair
can be rare.
Fred Astaire
got no hair,
Nor does a chair,
Or a chocolate eclair,
And where is the hair
on a pear?
Nowhere,
mon frere!
So now that I’ve shared
this affair
of the hair,
I’m going to repair
to my lair
to use Nair.
Do you care?
“Oh, but the kids love it here.”
:silence:
“What have they got…gills?”