newt gingrich is my cosmetologist

i will not frizz

he maketh me to lie down in free markets; he leadeth me to low wages

he restoreth my hair; he telleth me to stop using a hot comb for crissakes

yea, yeah, though i walk though the valley of a shadow of a doubt that newt and rush are looking after my best interest, i will fear no weevils, uh, weasels, uh, hairballs, uh, i mean hair loss, for thou art the real hair club for men who need to be clubbed my men with a comforting rod and staff it hurts so good