Rugs from Me to You Lyrics

Toupée or not toupée, that is the question
It refused to stay as it all turned gray
Oh William Shakespeare's receding hair
Please excuse the pun: it's hair today, gone tomorrow
So, be thankful for what precious locks you have

Toupée or not toupée, that is the question
And by the way, I just gotta say,
Thank the Lord I'm not 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 chase to swallow, it makes me smile
'cause I know just what I'd do
Yeah, if I had more wigs than I knew what to do with,
I'd open a secondhand store

And if you ever went bald,
You'd recall it 'cause I'd cleverly call it
Rugs from me to you