To pay or not to pay, that is the question
It refused to stay as it all turned grey, old 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, they'll be no parting there
But should my head get bare like Friar Tuck, hard cheese
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 [bad word] From Me To You"