Toupe or not to pay
That is the question
It refused to stay
As it all turned grey
Old William Shakespeare´s receeding hair
Please excuse the "pun"
It´s "hair" today, gone tomorrow
So be thankful
For what precious locks you have.

Toupe or not to pay
That is the question
And by the way
I just gotta say
Thank the Lord I´m going bald

And if I may quip
My curls and I
Are just like heaven
Cause rest assured,
There´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 juste what I´d do

Yeah, if I had more wigs than I knew what to do with
I´d open a secand hand store
And if you ever went bald
You´d recall it
Cause I´d cleverly call it
"Rugs From Me To You"