paroles de chanson Beard Song - Not Available

When I was a young boy
Everything was pretty fine
I was a crazy fearnaught,
The entire world was mine
But something was still missing,
What it was, had no idea
A strange indisposition,
Then one day it became clear

My face was way to boyish,
So I made the perfect plan
I have to let me grow a beard,
To look like a real man
So I threw away my shaver
(And) led things happen for a while
Then 28 weeks later I had the perfect style

One hundred thousand brothers
Couldn't all be wrong
This scrubby hair in my face
Makes me masculine and strong
No, one hundred thousand brothers
Couldn't all be wrong
Only (a) bearded man is a real man my son

Oh oh – the beard deserves a song
Oh oh – my beard deserves a song

I take care of my beard,
Wash and comb it everyday
I go fuckin' crazy,
Want to touch it all the way
It gives me the creeps,
When the wind is blowing through
And gives you goose pimples,
When my beard is tickling you

One hundred thousand brothers
Couldn't all be wrong
This scrubby hair in my face
Makes me masculine and strong
No, one hundred thousand brothers
Couldn't all be wrong
Only (a) bearded man
Is a real man my son

Oh oh – the beard deserves a song
Oh oh – my beard deserves a song

Now I'm a few years older
But have nothing to regret
My precious facial hair
(Was) the best idea I've ever had

It keeps me warm and makes me cool
And hey – I don't need a napkin
And by the way it's good
For covering my double chin