After 18, I thought I was through,
but something changed when I turned 22.
I never really liked my skin so smooth.
With my look, it clashes.
Everyone knows I like the mustaches.
A slave to the shave since puberty,
I put an on the blade and it grew, you see.
Players call us for to harrass us,
but they just keep hitting our and glasses.
It's more than just my bowtie...
It's causin' you to notice me...
When I ride my bicycle...
Everybody turns their head to see:
Beard and glasses.
My beard and glasses
M-m-my beard and glasses.
My beard and glasses.
M-m-my beard and glasses.
Can I brush it?
Can I, can I brush it?
Can I brush it?
Can I, can I brush it?
Woke up to the chime of my grandfather clock,
headed out to the avenue,
get the argyle socks.