No matter how far you jog Or how your muscles grow You left love for nothing And your still bald Your still bald, bald You know you're over forty And your wife let herself go And no one understands you But that cute twenty year old But your still bald Bald to the bone You wear bald-headed shoes And bald-headed jeans Your wife's home with the children And your out there doin' a scene Your still bald Bald to the bone You say there's hair clubs, weaves and transplants And things to make it grow But underneath that head of hair Is a man who ain't got his own And your still bald, oh, bald Bald to the bone Bald