Good Company

"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, ooh

Ooh, ooh

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

Very soon I begged her

"Won't you keep me company?"

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

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 disappear

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