The cock doth crow,
Tra la, tra lay
Announcing the dawn of Christmas Day –
And the fact that my hair has just gone away!
Tra la, Tra la Tra lay!
Alas, there's no telling.
Who made off with my thatch,
As the agile old thief
I could plainly not catch.
No shutters torn open.
And nary a sash.
The motive's quite hazy,
What's the pathway to cash?
I'm at my wit's end.
I just sit here and stare.
Wondering "Where's the old prof
With the wild mane of hair?"
The cock doth crow,
Tra la, tra lay
Announcing the dawn of Christmas Day –
And the fact that my hair has just gone away!
Tra la, Tra la Tra lay!
Alas, there's no telling.
Who made off with my thatch,
As the agile old thief
I could plainly not catch.
No shutters torn open.
And nary a sash.
The motive's quite hazy,
What's the pathway to cash?
I'm at my wit's end.
I just sit here and stare.
Wondering "Where's the old prof
With the wild mane of hair?"
