Toupe Or 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 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 and I, are just like heaven Cause rest 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 to do with I'd up a secondhand store if you ever went bald You'd recall it Cause I'd cleverly call it \"Rugs From Me To You\"