Rugs From Me to You

To pay or not to pay that is the question
It refused to stay as it all turned grey
Or William Shakespeare's receding hair

Please excuse the pun, it's hair today, gone tomorrow
So be thankful for what precious locks you have

Toupee, or not toupee, 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
And rest assured, there'll be no parting there

But should my head get bare like Frier Tuck
Hard taste 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 second hand store
And if you ever went bald, you'd recall it
'Cause I'd cleverly call it 'Rugs from me to you'