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 Oohoo oohoo 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? Oohoo oohoo, oohoo oohoo, 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 company
Два советских скрипача возвращаются с Международного конкурса. Один занял второе место, а другой тридцать седьмое. Лауреат в полном расстройстве, другой его утешает: - Да плюнь, Жора, второе место - тоже неплохо! - Да ведь если бы я занял первое место, то по условиям конкурса мне бы дали играть на скрипке Страдивари... - Ну и что тебе с этого? - Ну как бы тебе объяснить понятнее... Для меня сыграть на скрипке Страдивари - то же самое, что для тебя пострелять из револьвера Дзержинского.
