To pay or not toupee, that is the question It refused to stay as it all turned grey, old William Shakespeare's receding hair Please excuse the pun, it's "hair" today, gone tomorrow, so be thankful for what precious locks you have
To pay or not toupee, that is the question And by the way, I just gotta say thank the Lord I'm not going bald And if I may quip, my curls and I are just like heaven 'cause rest assured, they'll be no parting there But should my head get bare like Friar Tuck, hard cheese to swallow, it makes me smile 'cause I know just what I'd do Yeah if I had more wigs than I knew what to do with I'd open a second hand store And if you ever went bald you'd recall it 'cause I'd cleverly call it "Rugs From Me To You"
