Rugs From Me To You

To pay or not to pay 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

To pay or not to pay 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 or heart chased a 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 second hand store

And if you ever went bald, you'd recall it

'Cause I'd cleverly call it, 'Rugs From Me To You'