Take good care of what you've got My father said to me As he puffed his pipe and Baby B. He dandled on his knee Don't fool with fools who'll turn away Keep all good company Ooh hoo Ooh hoo Take care of those you call your own And keep good company
Soon I grew and happy too My very good friends and me We'd play all day with Sally J. The girl from number four And very soon I begged her won't you Keep me Company Ooh Hoo Ooh Hoo Come marry me for evermore we'll Be good company
Now marriage is an institution sure My wife and I our needs and nothing more All my friends by a year By and by disappeared But we're safe enough behind our door
I flourished in my humble trade My reputation grew The work devoured my waking hours But when my time was through Reward of all my efforts my own Limited company
I hardly noticed Sally as we Parted company
All through the years in the end it appears There was never really anyone but me
Now I'm old I puff my pipe But no - one's there to see I ponder on the lesson of My life's insanity Take care of those you call your own - And keep good companyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
