Grab that wig,
Call Rosie a "pig."
A nasty crack
She will throw right back.

When your nickname is "The Don,"
You must wig it.
It's time to get that hairpiece on,
You must wig it.
Then the chrome dome is gone,
You must wig it.

Now wig it
On your pate,
Paste it on,
Looks great!
Comb upward,
Show forehead.

I can't detect it,
Rug's not cut-rate,
That wig fits,
Fits real good.

It looks good perched on your crown,
You must wig it.
It's a vivid golden brown,
Your tresses, wig-fit.
It's a fine toupee,
With Brylcreem slick it.

Toupee--wig it,
Wig it good.