Lyrics

BEARD
By Eric Kaye and Georgia Haege

When we're out with the guys
It's, beers, burgers and fries
Let's just hope that no-one blabs
If they see us take home separate cabs

I'll be your beard, a cover of stubble
Sharp as a whisker, I'll play the game so subtle
I'll be your beard, we'll put on a great show
Prom King and Queen to the world, and no-one will know.

Football stud, campus big man
But do your teammates know that you're a Streisand fan?
Brought up uptight upright upstate
But it's Brad Pitt who you think of when you masturbate

I'll be your beard, a cover of stubble
Sharp as a whisker, I'll play the game so subtle
I'll be your beard, we'll put on a great show
Prom King and Queen to the world, and no-one will know.

Come to your grandma's for Sunday brunch
Sit on your knee at your fraternity lunch
Say that it's me who likes to go out to the disco
And blame me at the checkout when you're stocking up on Crisco

So freaked out at the thought of shaving clean
Baring skin, stripping down, afraid of being seen

I'll be your beard, a cover of stubble
Sharp as a whisker, I'll play the game so subtle
I'll be your beard, we'll put on a great show
Prom King and Queen to the world, and no-one will know.