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I saw a show one night with Arlo Guthrie and Pete SeegerAnd I couldn't help but notice as I sat there in the roundThe hair on Arlo Guthrie's head was filling up the first two rowsWhile Pete's was nearly nowhere to be foundAnd then Arlo was explaining how a hair was an ideaHow his tussled tufts were things that he had thought up long agoSo Pete says "tell me Arlo, where's that leave a guy like me?"Arlo smiled as if to say he didn't knowNature's got a funny way of dealing out her favorsThough I'm somewhere over thirty, I won't say exactly whereI have noticed certain thinning, though it's only just beginningI've a theory of what's going on up thereIt isn't quite a question of genetics or of dietAnd it's not for lack of wholesome habits, cleanliness or careIt's not from too much stress or strain or lack of peace and quietI'm just simply growing taller than my hairI'm simply growing taller than my hairI'm simply growing taller than my hairIt worked for Eisenhower, Isaac Hayes, and Fred AstaireSo I'm simply growing taller than my hairA baby's born with peachy fuzz so faint you hardly see itLetras de cancionesBut the fact is that the follicles are up there all the whileAnd as baby grow, so does the hair, but just a little higherForming rows and layers and waves and curls and pilesThen at the dinner table parents tell their kids to sit up straightI'm convinced this has contributed to heads becoming bareHad I only slumped a little more throughout my wonder yearsThan I'd not be growing taller than my hairI'm simply growing taller than my hairI'm simply growing taller than my hairIt works for Michael Jordan and Kareem Abdul Jab-bearSo I'm simply growing taller than my hairI called up my dad, I said "IrvingIs this the way that it's gotta be."He said "Don't worry if your hairline is swerving sonI met your mother when it happened to me."So friends with shiny tops take heart, there's hope on the horizonThere are wigs, toupees and transplants, drugs and pillsAll these medical advances might be wise to keep your eyes onIf you're overly concerned with furry frillsBut for those of you whose self-esteem's not measured in hispidityJust remember as you say your evening prayerGod only made a handful of divinely perfect headsAnd all the rest got covered up with hairI'm simply growing taller than my hairI'm simply growing taller than my hairIt works for Mr. Clean and Mr. T and Peter YarrowI'm simply growing taller than my hair, ohIf someone's mouth starts joggin' About that spot up on my nogginI say I'm simply growing tallerThan my hair From Letras Mania