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