I was sitting in a cab late one eve
When my eyes were on by old pal Steve
as my vision of his 'stache began to rise
so suddenly to my surprise

a new moustache
He had a new moustache
a new moustache
really smelled of hash
it hid a rash
It caught on it was brash
a new moustache
He grew a new moustache

From my cabby's view to the man I knew
To the one time friend, who I now hardly knew
The hairs protrude from that stiff upper lip
as I yelled out "hey Steve! Man, get a grip!!!

a new moustache
He had a new moustache
a new moustache
really smelled of hash
it hid a rash
It caught on it was brash
a new moustache
He grew a new moustache

of combies, he needed one,
hygiene, it had not begun
he looked just like a wolf man,
how could that be fun???

his lip was bushy, there was hair all around
his mouth was a shepherd mixed up with a hound
the scissor trimmers, were soon to arrive,
with the newer look, "my stache is onside"

a new moustache
He had a new moustache
a new moustache
really smelled of hash
it hid a rash
It caught on it was brash
a new moustache
He grew a new moustache

now I was laughin, my voice did ring,
seems steve was troubled by just one thing,
as I offered him, a trim catcher bag,
he said "what do you think I look like? a silly old fag?

a new moustache
He had a new moustache
a new moustache
really smelled of hash
it hid a rash
It caught on it was brash
a new moustache
He grew a new moustache


Now everything's cool, steve's mutt had a trim
and his new looking 'stache is the hit of the land
as for looking, well, you must know too
if you roll on the floor, we are laughing at you

a new moustache
He had a new moustache
a new moustache
really smelled of hash
it hid a rash
It caught on it was brash
a new moustache
He grew a new moustache