ONE LITTLE HAIR ON HIS HEAD
(Harry Castling / Ernest John)


Gracie Fields - 1932



Mister Potts had money, lots more than his share
Ev'ry kind of luxury, but hadn't any hair
Did I say he'd no hair? Well, that's just where I'm wrong,
For he'd one right in the middle of his head, two inches long

He treasured it, he watered it before he went to bed
That one little hair on his head
He smiled at it an' he talked to it, such tender words he said
To the one little hair on his head

He crinkled it, he sprinkled it with all the best perfume
Till nobody but Mister Potts would stay in the room
He eyed it and he dyed it to a blond and then a red
That one little hair on his head

Hours before the mirror, day and night he'd stand
Filled with admiration for the hair that beat the band
"Signor Paderewski, though he's got a lot
I wouldn't change this one," he'd say, "for all the hair he's got"

He sighed to it, he prayed to it while sitting on the bed
That one little hair on his head
And swore he'd never leave it till the day that he was dead
That one little hair on his head

He bobbed it and massaged it, fixed it in a curler tight
In case a burglar stole it in the dead of the night, (you know you can't tell)
The ladies never kissed his lips, they always kissed instead
The one little hair on his head

He shingled it, he fondled it when he jumped out of bed
The one little hair on his head
He brushed it till it shone just like a piece of silver thread
The one little hair on his head

Little flies in Summer all around it used to play
Just like village maidens round the maypole in May
He left it to a museum when he died, I've heard it said
That one little hair on his head

(I'm glad he left it to somebody)
(Be a shame if he died and took it with him, wouldn't it)






(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - September 2015)