Inspired by a list of "Things Going Wrong At Work" sent by JB which included both "Rusty Metal" and "Frizzy Hair".
lyrics
Once they would riot while screaming my name
Once I was high on my infinite fame
Once there were groupies that no man could tame
But now every day is grey just the same
Where, where did it all go wrong?
Without hair how can I sing this song?
Where is my crowd?
Is this too loud?
Have I had my day?
Do I need a toupee?
Our metal is rusty, our hair nought but frizz
They say that there’s no place for grey in showbiz
But WD40 and Vidal Sassoon
A bottle of dye and a howl at the moon
Then, then this will all go right
Even in this our blackest night
You’ll see, this is where I take flight
Bring me my crowd
We still play loud
And here we’ll stay
This is our day
Robert Wells is a dabbler and a potterer residing in South London. This started as a challenge to write a new song every month (hence the name). He is also an actor, artist, technician and librarian.