The League of Bald-Headed Men - The Fall

You know when you end up in some sort of a cine-complex

And the person next to you is someone you hate?

Well well well well well well well well with me

I end up like that

All around and inside left

All through the walls

It suppurates

Look it up!

I’m immobile

Is your house for sale?

And Davey’s just got out of his cell —

Where have you been this time?

Your lives are beyond the pale

Walk the main drag, splayed

See the blue baseball hatted, baseball blue hatted

School friends, pop mobs

Male loafers, business affairs advisers and members of the band

Suppurates, look it up!

And every day it’s my pleasure to meet

The great league of bald-headed men

Your friends, pop mobs, first wives, ex-loafers

And every day it is my pleasure to meet

The league of bald-headed men

Baseball hatted, blue capped

(You scored passages to assuage their post-latent sexual baldy alopecia.)*

And every day it’s my pleasure to meet

The great league of bald-headed men

(THE LEAGUE OF BALD-HEADED MEN)