歌詞: David Wilcox. 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
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