I’m the hairiest man I know. I have hair everywhere. Now that I’m getting older and it’s turning white, the hair isn’t so obvious as it used to be. But when I was younger, I got lots of looks for the hair showing over my collars and under my cuffs. So when the musical Hair came out in 1967, I immediately latched onto it. I bought the score and the recording from the original production.
The words from the title song say it all. I quote them below:
She asks me why
I’m just a hairy guy
I’m hairy noon and night
Hell that’s a fright
I’m hairy high and low
Don’t ask me why
Don’t know
It’s not for lack of bread
Like the Grateful Dead
Darling
Gimme head with hair
Long beautiful hair
Shining, gleaming,
Streaming, flaxen, waxen
Give me down to there hair
Shoulder length or longer
Here baby, there mama
Everywhere daddy daddy
Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair
Let it fly in the breeze
And get caught in the trees
Give a home to the fleas in my hair
A home for fleas
A hive for bees
A nest for birds
There ain’t no words
For the beauty, the splendor, the wonder
Of my…
Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair
More next time.
Tom Glenn, Writer 