Lyrics

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)