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I remember the year I went to camp I heard about some Lady named Selma and some Blacks Somebody put the fingers in the President's ears It wasn't too much later they came out with Johnson's wax I remember the book depositroy where they crowned the king of Cuba They Might Be Giants That's all I can think of, but I'm sure there's something else Way down inside me I caan hear it coming back CHORUS Purple toupee will show the way when summer brings you down Purple toupee aald gold lame will turn your brain around Chinese people were fighting in the park We tried to help them fight, no one appreciated that Ten years later they were sharing the same cell I shouted out, "Free the Expo '67" Till they stepped on my hair, and told me I was fat Now I'm very big, I'm a big important man The only thing that's different is underneath my hat CHORUS Purple toupee is here to stay after the hair has gone away The purple brigade is marching from the grave