It happened on a Sunday.
I was sleeping at the Y.
I woke up from a dream I had,
Of releasing balloons into the sky.

I was late for Breakfast.
Rushed down there on my own.
It was sure to happen,
I did not have my comb.

I’m having a bad hair day.
I think its here to stay.
I’m having a bad hair day.
Wouldn’t you say?

Sure it happened to me then,
It could happen to you too.
You could have your own bad hair day.
Then what will you do?