The legend lives on from the internet on down
Of the fine razor blades that were oh so renowned
With a brand called Gillette, they'd shave away the dreams
But the price they charged would burst at the seams
The year was '23 when the shelves were stocked high
With blades that promised a shave so fine
The men lined up, their wallets filled with glee
'Til they saw the price tag, as if they hit a reef

Expensive Gillette razor blades, they shaved with a sting
Nine cartridges in a pack, but the cost made them sing
The prices soared like seagulls on the wind
And the men cried out, "Oh, what have we sinned?"
The ads were alluring, promising the best
A close, clean shave that's better than the rest
But the prices rose faster than a tide that's high
And the men wondered if they'd ever afford the buy

As the ship sailed on, its fate sealed in gold
The wallets grew lighter, as expenses took a hold
The men grew weary of this razor-blade plight
For they couldn't afford the luxury, try as they might
The wreck of expensive Gillette razor blades
Will forever be sung in men's shaving tirades
A cautionary tale of marketing gone astray
Too pricey to buy, they sailed away

So heed this tale of the blades gone wrong
Pay attention to the prices, where they truly belong
For a close shave, but at what steep cost?
The wreck of expensive Gillette razor blades, never to be lost.