in order for my beard to grow,
the first time i shaved it off
i was a hairy sixteen, that’s how everybody knew me.
my beard’s been with me to the prom
“shave that thing off” says the girl from Rome
my way, my way, my way.
just made me look twenty-four.
all i have to do is not to shave
just give up and let it go
till my face no longer shows
i could even grow it in my grave.
i found out my face had changed
and when i walked in a room
i found out it would take a while
before my face would fit my name.
didn’t make anybody like me more, it just made me look twenty-four.
it was there when i left home
always puts up with bad breath,
and even when i had strep throat
i knew i’d never be alone
“keep it long” says the gal from Galway
i guess i look too young, guess i look too old
i met this girl from san diego
she wants me to grow it my way
© 2003 c holford