High above the freeway, like God, glaring down
With a grimace so majestic, a surly alpha frown
You may call him Ronald, you may call him Mr. Bell
Me I call him genius, does what he does so well
Ron Bell's
Ron Bell's
Ron Bell's
Mustache
I too have a mustache, but mine is not so neat
I brush it, I oil it, and I start to feel complete
But then I see his mustache when I'm driving to the mall
So majestic and so bushy, and almost 4 feet tall
Sir, please don't sue me, I'm not trying to be snide
If I'm hit by a drunk driver, really want you on my side
And if you represent me, I hope that I'll find
That when it comes to grooming tips you're generous and kind
Sir before you send my letter, telling me cease and desist
If it's not too much trouble, could you jot a little list
I'd like to get some grooming tips, I'd love to get some grooming tips
I'd really like some grooming tips, please give me some grooming tips
Someday the world as we know it, will come crashing to a halt
Sometimes that makes me sad, but that is not Ron Bell's fault
The best that we can hope for, when we are dead and gone
Is that somewhere in the desert, Ron Bell's mustache will live on