Toupe not to pay That is the question It refused to stay As all turned grey Oh William Shakespear's receeding hair Please excuse the pun It's hair today, gone tomorrow So thankful For what precious locks you have Toupe Or not to pay That is the question And by the I gotta say Thank the Lord I'm not going bald And if I may quip My curls and I, are just like heaven Cause assured, there'll be no parting But should my head get bare Like Friar Tuck Heart chased a swallow It makes me smile Cause I know just what I'd do If I had more wigs than I knew what do with I'd open up a secondhand store And you ever went bald You'd recall it Cause I'd cleverly call it \"Rugs From Me To You\"