| Ladies and gentlemen
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| May I have your attention please?
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| Do you wake every morning in shame and despair
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| To discover your pillow is covered with hair
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| What ought not to be there?
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| Well, ladies and gentlemen
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| From now on you can waken with ease
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| You need never again have a worry or care
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| I will show you a miracle marvelous rare
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| Gentlemen, you are about to see something that rose from the dead
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| On the top of my head
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| Scarcely a month ago, gentlemen
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| I was suddenly struck with a rare oriental disease
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| Though the finest physicians in London were called
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| I awakened one morning amazed and appalled
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| To discover with dread that my head was as bald
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| As a novice’s knees!
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| I was dying of shame
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| Till a gentleman came
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| An illustrious barber, Pirelli by name
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| He gave me a liquid as precious as gold
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| I rubbed it in daily like what I was told
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| And behold!
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| Only thirty days old!
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| 'Twas Pirelli’s Miracle elixir
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| That’s what did the trick, sir
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| True, sir, true
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| Was it quick, sir?
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| Did it in a tick, sir
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| Just like an elixir ought to do
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| How about a bottle, mister?
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| Only costs a penny, guaranteed
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| Penny buys a bottle, I don’t know
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| You don’t need, ah, let’s go
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| Go ahead and tug, sir
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| Go ahead, sir, harder
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| Does Pirelli’s stimulate the growth, sir?
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| You can have my oath, sir
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| 'Tis unique
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| Rub a minute
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| Stimulating, in’it?
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| Soon you’ll have to thin it
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| Once a week
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| Penny buys a bottle, guaranteed
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| Penny buys a bottle, might as well
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| I just did
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| Gently dab it, gets to be a 'abit
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| Soon there’ll be enough, sir
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| Somebody can grab it
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| See this chap with hair like Shelley’s?
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| You can tell he’s used Pirelli’s
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| Let me have a bottle
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| Make that two
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| Pardon me, ma’am, what’s that awful stench?
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| Are we standing near an open trench?
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| Buy Pirelli’s Miracle elixir
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| Anything what’s slick, sir
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| Soon sprouts curls
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| Try Pirelli’s
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| When they see how thick, sir
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| You can have your pick, sir
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| Of the girls
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| Wanna buy a bottle, missus?
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| What is this?
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| What is this?
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| Smells like piss
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| Smells like—phew!
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| He says it smells like piss
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| What d’you think?
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| This is piss. |
| Piss with ink
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| What is this?
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| Where is this Pirelli?
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| Yes, where is this Pirelli?
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| Let Pirelli’s
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| Activate your roots, sir
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| Keep it off your boots, sir
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| Eats right through
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| Go and get Pirelli
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| Yes, get Pirelli’s
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| Use a bottle of it
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| Ladies seem to love it
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| Flies do too
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| Get the bloody money off him
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| Get the bloody money off him
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| See Pirelli’s Miracle elixir
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| Grow a little wick, sir
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| Then some fuzz
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| The Pirelli’s
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| Soon’ll make it thick, sir
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| Like a good elixir
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| Always does!
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| Trust Pirelli’s
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| If your hair is sick, sir
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| Fix it in the nick, sir
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| Don’t look grim
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| Just Pirelli’s Miracle elixir
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| That’ll do the trick, sir—
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| What about the money?
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| If you’ve got it a kick, sir—
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| What about the money?
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| Where is this Pirelli?
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| Go and get Pirelli!
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| Tell it to the mixer
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| Of the miracle elixir
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| If you’ve got a kick, sir
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| What about the money?
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| Where is this Pirelli?
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| Talk to him |