One day I was sitting in the food court of a mall having lunch and decided to pull out my notebook and see if I could some up with some new lyrics… after sitting frustrated for a couple of minutes I finally decided to just write about what ever I saw… and next thing I knew I had written an entire song about the bizarre parade of people that I had seen that day… some one walking with gas cans in both hands, a young man with a faux-hawk, a woman wearing an american flag t-shirt, and most notable the best (worst) combover I had ever seen… when I got home to assemble this all into a song I messed around with some adjectives, wrote a chorus and first verse, and came up with “Combover Supreme.”

“Combover Supreme” by circuitse7en

“Combover Supreme” ©2008 paul hunter voorheis

Wild on a cellphone, hot to the touch

dressed to the eyes but not wearing much

wanna strip it down, wanna take it down

wanna go down, and listen to you dissolve

get it on, sing along

drop a bomb let it go now

ugly fucking haircut, combover supreme

faux-hawk, no-hawk, american dream

double fisted gas can, she’s all american

light the mother fucker up, it’s time to watch it burn

your place, my place, she’s got a pretty face

she’s got a great taste

wearing leather, wearing lace

Rosencrantz and Galahad, she’s good, she’s bad

strip her down, tie her up

it’s gonna be a good night