Charlie the stone and brick mason had a very hairless head, and if you ever saw it, you might even say he was dead.
All of the female coworkers used to laugh and flip him the bird. They never let poor Charlie forget about that time he ate a turd.
But on some cold December morn, some hot chick will come to say, "Charlie, with your hairless head, won't you take me to your bed?"
Then all his coworkers will respect him. And they'll call him by his name. They'll stop calling him "moron." Things will never be the same.
Ladies, if you want to be the co-star of this jingle, give me a jingle, and we'll make music together.
Comments