Used to have a real high forehead, Lots of shiny scalp
The back of my old head was bare as boulders
Never had to buy a haircut, fell out fast as it grew
Was only thirty-six, but looked years older..

On the job they'd call me baldy, ev'ry comb-over I'd try
And baseball caps, at dinner, I'd leave on
Then I went and bought hair transplants, now mirrors are my friends
All that old anxiety, thank God, is gone!

Hey, it's good...to use a comb again
Long brown wavy locks...keep blowin' with the wind..
Yes, 'n, hey it's good to use a comb again

My old pals hardly know me, have to give my name
The neighbors think I died or went astray..
And the mailman fainted friday, I jumped out, said "Boo!"
Hung mirrors back, threw the baseball caps away..

Hey, it's great..to use a comb again
Long brown wavy locks...they're blowin' with the wind..
Yes, 'n, hey it's good to use a comb again

So many times I had to call the plumber for clogged drains
He'd plunge up huge hair balls that could frighten Fluffy
Those days are gone forever, this crop is here to stay
I shampoo daily, keep it thick and puffy..

All the gals are smilin' at me, like I'm Brad Pitt, it's true
If I wasn't strong it could break up our home
But my wife's old passion's burning, new sex life's on the stove
This hair Samson-Delilah'd my old dome..

Hey, it's good...to use a comb again
Long brown wavy locks...are blowin' with the wind
Yes, 'n, hey it's good to use a comb again

Yes, 'n, hey it's good to use a comb again