Rugs from me to you
To pay or not to pay that is the questionIt refused to stay, as it all turned grayOh, William Shakespeare's receding hair
Please excuse the punIt's hair today, gone tomorrowSo be thankful for what precious locks you have
To pay or not to pay that is the questionAnd by the way I just gotta sayThank the Lord, I'm not going bald
And if I may quipMy curls and I are just like heaven'Cause rest assured, there'll be no parting there
But should my head get bareLike Friar Tuck or heart chased a swallowIt makes me smile 'cause I know just what I'd do
Yeah, if I had more wigs than I knew what to do withI'd open a second hand storeAnd if you ever went bald, you'd recall it'Cause I'd cleverly call it'Rugs From Me To You'