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.