Johnnie Essex
I bought a wig from a friend of mine,
"May contain nits" he said,
Well that's ok if they are benign
I thought as I lay in bed.

I gave my love to a weather-girl,
But storms were always brewing;
She didn't like my greasy curl
To the barber I was queuing.
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I don't give a fig
What you've got in your wig,
So long as the nits
Are not having fits,
Or you will be dancing a jig.