| 歌曲 | She's Goin' Bald |
| 歌手 | The Beach Boys |
| 专辑 | Smiley Smile [France Bonus Tracks] |
| 作词 : Love, Parks, Wilson | |
| Silken hair, more silken hair | |
| Fell on her face and no wind was blowin'(She's goin' bald) | |
| Silken hair, more silken hair | |
| Lay near her pillbox, down at her feet(She'd been on a trip) | |
| I peeked in and when | |
| I sawShe'd lost her hair, | |
| I thought | |
| I would keel(She's goin' bald) | |
| When she saw her shining forehead | |
| Didn't stop, she swooned to the ground(Really flipped her wig) | |
| Laughed so hard, | |
| I blew my mind | |
| I blew my cool, | |
| I blew myself over | |
| What a blow | |
| Yeah, a blow | |
| What a blow | |
| Yeah, a blow | |
| What a blow | |
| She drew her comb across her scalp | |
| And brushed what she had left | |
| I tried to salvage what | |
| I couldAnd threw it in a sack | |
| She made a beeline to her room | |
| And grabbed all kind of juice | |
| She started pourin' it on her head | |
| And thought it'd grow it back | |
| You're too late, mama | |
| Ain't nothin' upside your head | |
| No more, no more, no more, no more | |
| Upside your head | |
| You're too late, mama | |
| Ain't nothin' upside your head | |
| No more, no more, no more, no more | |
| Upside your head | |
| You're too late, mama | |
| Ain't nothin' upside your head | |
| No more, no more, no more, no more |
| zuò cí : Love, Parks, Wilson | |
| Silken hair, more silken hair | |
| Fell on her face and no wind was blowin' She' s goin' bald | |
| Silken hair, more silken hair | |
| Lay near her pillbox, down at her feet She' d been on a trip | |
| I peeked in and when | |
| I sawShe' d lost her hair, | |
| I thought | |
| I would keel She' s goin' bald | |
| When she saw her shining forehead | |
| Didn' t stop, she swooned to the ground Really flipped her wig | |
| Laughed so hard, | |
| I blew my mind | |
| I blew my cool, | |
| I blew myself over | |
| What a blow | |
| Yeah, a blow | |
| What a blow | |
| Yeah, a blow | |
| What a blow | |
| She drew her comb across her scalp | |
| And brushed what she had left | |
| I tried to salvage what | |
| I couldAnd threw it in a sack | |
| She made a beeline to her room | |
| And grabbed all kind of juice | |
| She started pourin' it on her head | |
| And thought it' d grow it back | |
| You' re too late, mama | |
| Ain' t nothin' upside your head | |
| No more, no more, no more, no more | |
| Upside your head | |
| You' re too late, mama | |
| Ain' t nothin' upside your head | |
| No more, no more, no more, no more | |
| Upside your head | |
| You' re too late, mama | |
| Ain' t nothin' upside your head | |
| No more, no more, no more, no more |