To You

歌詞

Toupe or not toupe, 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 Toupe or not toupe, 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