There I was in the jazz club
Listening to the jazz,
Having a fine time
The music taking me
To those places
Where music reigns.
My friend sat in front ,
Sat in front of me
Around the table.
He was lacking in hair,
No problem with this
But the man in front of him
Had no hair either,
Or the man in front of that one.
And there they were,
Five men in a line,
Five men in front of me
All without hair.
There were baldies everywhere.
So funny to see
When my hair is so thick,
So thick and dark.
And it is not as though I am younger,
Younger than the rest,
The rest of the old fogies,
The old fogies enjoying jazz,
Enjoying jazz as we have been,
Have been for many, many years.