there's a place...on my head,...where its growin'
just as vast as a field of rye
bloom away...bloom away...start to flowin'
leave that stinkin' schick behind

beard on the rise again
its growin' up around my chin
OOH

wear it long...wear it wild...let the thing go
better get some whiskers, good
itch a while...but you'll end..in a fine way
all would have one if they could

beard on the rise again
its growin' up around my chin
OOH

you can ponder with suave strokin' motions
flies behind on a windy day
lookin' fine..if you brush...with devotion
use some dye...if it turns gray

beard on the rise again
its growin' up around my chin
OOH

curlin' up...at the end...in a spry way
it completes my identity
there's no trace...on my head...dome is showin'
but its strong...on my jaw...you see

beard on the rise again
its growin' up around my chin
YEAH

doo doo doo doo
doo doo doo doo