Lyrics
(Verse 1)
In a world of hair, where locks flow free,
There's a man named Christofer, as bald as can be.
With a scalp so shiny, it catches the light,
He's the brunt of jokes, every day and night.
(Chorus)
Christofer Malmström, the bald-headed king,
In a follicle fantasy, he's missing one thing.
But don't you dare laugh, don't you dare jest,
He's got a temper boiling, ready to crest.
(Verse 2)
He tried every potion, every lotion and spray,
But his hair stayed elusive, just wouldn't stay.
Now he roams the streets, with a fiery glare,
Any mention of hair loss, he just can't bear.
(Verse 3)
He storms into barbershops, demanding his due,
"I want a full head of hair, and I want it new!"
But the clippers just buzz, as they shave him clean,
Leaving him fuming, an anguished scream.
(Bridge)
Underneath the rage, there's a man in despair,
With each bald joke, it's like a strand of his hair.
But he'll fight back, with a metal roar,
No more mocking Christofer, not anymore.
(Verse 4)
He embraces his baldness, with a defiant stance,
"I'm Christofer Malmström, and I'll take my chance!"
With a head held high, and a gleam in his eye,
He'll rock his baldness, till the day he'll die.
(Chorus)
Christofer Malmström, the bald-headed king,
In a follicle fantasy, he's missing one thing.
But don't you dare laugh, don't you dare jest,
He's got a temper boiling, ready to crest.
(Outro)
So if you see him coming, with his head gleaming bright,
Think twice before mocking, think twice before slight.
For Christofer Malmström, though hair he may lack,
He's a force to be reckoned with, ain't no turning back!
(Verse 2)
He tried every potion, every lotion and spray,
But his hair stayed elusive, just wouldn't stay.
Now he roams the streets, with a fiery glare,
Any mention of hair loss, he just can't bear.
(Verse 3)
He storms into barbershops, demanding his due,
"I want a full head of hair, and I want it new!"
But the clippers just buzz, as they shave him clean,
Leaving him fuming, an anguished scream.
(Bridge)
Underneath the rage, there's a man in despair,
With each bald joke, it's like a strand of his hair.
But he'll fight back, with a metal roar,
No more mocking Christofer, not anymore.
(Verse 4)
He embraces his baldness, with a defiant stance,
"I'm Christofer Malmström, and I'll take my chance!"
With a head held high, and a gleam in his eye,
He'll rock his baldness, till the day he'll die.
(Chorus)
Christofer Malmström, the bald-headed king,
In a follicle fantasy, he's missing one thing.
But don't you dare laugh, don't you dare jest,
He's got a temper boiling, ready to crest.
(Outro)
So if you see him coming, with his head gleaming bright,
Think twice before mocking, think twice before slight.
For Christofer Malmström, though hair he may lack,
He's a force to be reckoned with, ain't no turning back!
(Verse 3)
He storms into barbershops, demanding his due,
"I want a full head of hair, and I want it new!"
But the clippers just buzz, as they shave him clean,
Leaving him fuming, an anguished scream.
(Bridge)
Underneath the rage, there's a man in despair,
With each bald joke, it's like a strand of his hair.
But he'll fight back, with a metal roar,
No more mocking Christofer, not anymore.
(Verse 4)
He embraces his baldness, with a defiant stance,
"I'm Christofer Malmström, and I'll take my chance!"
With a head held high, and a gleam in his eye,
He'll rock his baldness, till the day he'll die.
(Chorus)
Christofer Malmström, the bald-headed king,
In a follicle fantasy, he's missing one thing.
But don't you dare laugh, don't you dare jest,
He's got a temper boiling, ready to crest.
(Outro)
So if you see him coming, with his head gleaming bright,
Think twice before mocking, think twice before slight.
For Christofer Malmström, though hair he may lack,
He's a force to be reckoned with, ain't no turning back!
(Verse 4)
With courage unyielding, he takes his stand,
"I'm Christofer Malmström, baldness in hand!"
With dignity fierce, and a spirit so bold,
He wears his baldness like a crown of gold.
(Chorus)
Christofer Malmström, the bald-headed king,
In a follicle fantasy, he's missing one thing.
But don't you dare laugh, don't you dare jest,
He's got a temper boiling, ready to crest.
(Outro)
So if you cross paths, with his radiant sight,
Think twice before mocking, think twice before slight.
For Christofer Malmström, though hair he may lack,
He's a titan of strength, there's no turning back!
He's a force to be reckoned with, never turning back!
