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This happens sometimes when I'm home 

I'll be searching for my comb

I'll go through the house like a fine-tooth comb

I'll rummage through every drawer 

If I still can't find it, I'll look some more

Don't ever want to blow my stack

If necessary, I will ransack 

I will scour if it takes an hour 

Still hasn't turned up? My mood turns sour 

Where the hell's my comb?

I've looked all over!

Then suddenly, I see the light 

Don't even need a comb, that's right 

Where's my hair? No longer there

There's hardly any for a damn comb-over!