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 here
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"
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