They say every king can be disgraced
They say every glist'nin' tress is dear
Lo, I remember every trace
Of every strand that roofed my sphere

I see my pride declinin'
From the best unto the least
Any day now, any day now
I shall need a piece

They say ev'ry strand needs inspection
They say that ev'ry strand's just dull
Yet I swear they see their reflections
Somewhere so high above this skull

I see my blight grow blindin'
From the crest unto the crease
Any day now, any day now
I shall need a piece

Now yonder lands a hair from this lonely clown
A strand of hair that once I claimed
All day long I hear it bounding around
Just crying out from 'neath my drain

I see my might declinin'
From the chest unto the cheeks
Any day now, any day now
I shall need a piece