Barber shop’s gone where I once went
but that doesn’t bother me.
My hair is like that barber shop
because it’s gone too, you see.
The shop filled up each Saturday
with the chairs holding shaggy guys
each one was waiting for his turn
while they all told their great big lies.
They talked about last night’s ball games
in the high schools from all around.
Those whose teams won were very loud
and those who lost a softer sound.
I had a part back in those days
and sometimes wore a crew cut.
But when I got a new duck tail
I really walked with a strut.
Yes, the old barber shop is gone
and when I drive by I recall
how much better I must look now
though I have no hair at all.
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Cheers,
Dan
Georg