Lyrics They Might Be Giants

They Might Be Giants

Purple Toupee

I remember the year I went to camp

I heard about some lady named Selma and some blacks

Somebody put their fingers in the President's ears

It wasn't too much later they came out with Johnson's wax

I remember the book depository where they crowned the king of Cuba

Now that's all I can think of, but I'm sure there's something else

Way down inside me I can feel it coming back

Purple toupee will show the way when summer brings you down

(Purple toupee when summer brings you down)

Purple toupee and gold lame will turn your brain around

(Purple toupee and gold lame)

Chinese people were fighting in the park

We tried to help them fight, no one appreciated that

Martin X was mad when they outlawed bell bottoms

Ten years later they were sharing the same cell

I shouted out, "Free the Expo '67"

Till they stepped on my hair, and they told me I was fat

Now I'm very big, I'm a big important man

And the only thing that's different is underneath my hat

Purple toupee will show the way when summer brings you down

(Purple toupee when summer brings you down)

Purple toupee and gold lame will turn your brain around

(Purple toupee and gold lame)

Purple toupee is here to stay after the hair has gone away

The purple brigade is marching from the grave

We're on some kind of mission

We have an obligation

We have to wear toupees