Been told that 80% of body heat escapes off that noggin
Not least the wasted hours pushing that hair out of your face
The beanie you donned and the newsman’s trilby got me going
Opened the door just now for an ancient man in a tam o’shanter
Would you make a statement in a fez, or hold your own in a 10 gallon?
My point of course is to learn to spell yarmulke
And remind you all work makes CJohnny a dull boy