Hair Poem — текст песни (George Carlin)

I`m aware some stare at my hair.
In fact, to be fair,
Some really despair of my hair.
But I don`t care,
Cause they`re not aware,
Nor are they devonaire.
In fact, they`re just square.

They see hair down to there,
Say, Beware and go off on a tear!
I say, No fair!
A head that`s bare is really nowhere.
So be like a bear, be fair with your hair!
Show it you care.
Wear it to there.
Or to there.
Or to there, if you dare!

My wife bought some hair at a fair, to use as a spare.
Did I care?
Au contraire!
Spare hair is fair!
In fact, hair can be rare.
Fred Astair got no hair,
Nor does a chair,
Nor nor a chocolate eclair,
And where is the hair on a pear?
Nowhere, mon frere!

So now that I`ve shared this affair of the hair,
I`m going to repair to my lair and use Nair, do you care?

(Beard Poem)

Here`s my beard.
Ain`t it wierd?
Don`t be sceered,
Just a beard.