I saw a show one night with Arlo Guthrie and Pete Seeger
And I couldn't help but notice as I sat there in the round
The hair on Arlo Guthrie's head was filling up the first two rows
While Pete's was nearly nowhere to be found

And then Arlo was explaining how a hair was an idea
How his tussled tufts were things that he had thought up long ago
So Pete says "tell me Arlo, where's that leave a guy like me?"
Arlo smiled as if to say he didn't know

Nature's got a funny way of dealing out her favors
Though I'm somewhere over thirty, I won't say exactly where
I have noticed certain thinning, though it's only just beginning
I've a theory of what's going on up there

It isn't quite a question of genetics or of diet
And it's not for lack of wholesome habits, cleanliness or care
It's not from too much stress or strain or lack of peace and quiet
I'm just simply growing taller than my hair

I'm simply growing taller than my hair
I'm simply growing taller than my hair
It worked for Eisenhower, Isaac Hayes, and Fred Astaire
So I'm simply growing taller than my hair

A baby's born with peachy fuzz so faint you hardly see it
But the fact is that the follicles are up there all the while
And as baby grow, so does the hair, but just a little higher
Forming rows and layers and waves and curls and piles

Then at the dinner table parents tell their kids to sit up straight
I'm convinced this has contributed to heads becoming bare
Had I only slumped a little more throughout my wonder years
Than I'd not be growing taller than my hair

I'm simply growing taller than my hair
I'm simply growing taller than my hair
It works for Michael Jordan and Kareem Abdul Jab-bear
So I'm simply growing taller than my hair

I called up my dad, I said "Irving
Is this the way that it's gotta be."
He said "Don't worry if your hairline is swerving son
I met your mother when it happened to me."

So friends with shiny tops take heart, there's hope on the horizon
There are wigs, toupees and transplants, drugs and pills
All these medical advances might be wise to keep your eyes on
If you're overly concerned with furry frills

But for those of you whose self-esteem's not measured in hispidity
Just remember as you say your evening prayer
God only made a handful of divinely perfect heads
And all the rest got covered up with hair

I'm simply growing taller than my hair
I'm simply growing taller than my hair
It works for Mr. Clean and Mr. T and Peter Yarrow
I'm simply growing taller than my hair, oh

If someone's mouth starts joggin'
About that spot up on my noggin
I say I'm simply growing taller
Than my hair


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