Owl CityRugs From Me To You

Toupe or not to pay That is the question It refused to stay As it all turned grey Old William Shakespeare's receeding hair Please excuse the "pun" It's "hair" today, gone tomorrow So be thankful For what precious locks you have Toupe 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 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 "Rugs From Me to You"
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