Toupe Or not to pay That is the question It to stay As all turned grey Oh William Shakespear's receeding hair Please excuse the pun It's hair today, gone tomorrow So be thankful what precious locks you have Toupe Or not to pay That the question And by the way 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 I know just what I'd do Yeah, If I had more than I knew what to do with I'd open up a secondhand store And if you ever went bald You'd recall Cause I'd cleverly call it \"Rugs From Me To You\"