Outside a lunatic asylum I was breaking stones When a lunatic popped up his head; said "Good morning Mr. Jones. How much do you get for doing that?" "Four pounds a week." I cried Well, he shook his hair, and nodded his head, and this to me replied. "Come inside, you silly bugger, come inside! I thought you'd have a bit more sense! Working for a living? Take my tip. Act bloody silly and become a lunatic. You get your meals quite regular, and a brand-new suit besides What? Four kids to keep on four quid a week? Come inside you silly bugger, come inside!" From a medley sung by Mike Harding.
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