We're all born bald, baby.

We're all born bald, baby.

You feel as if you've been projected into the 21st Century, ... Yes, it's my kinda town. So long, Birmingham. Here's looking at ya.

Here we have a baby. It is composed of a bald head and a pair of lungs.

A baby is born with a need to be loved - and never outgrows it.

I was born in March 1949, a post war baby boomer.