Become a Lunatic

It goes without saying that when someone dies there is a hole left behind. Especially when you thought that someone would live forever. In this case, the once partner of my late father-in-law. No names, no pack-drill, just a love of life. As witnessed by this non-PC lyric.

It has a tune and a song, but I have neither the technology or the voice to give it its true worth. Be thankful:

Outside a lunatic asylum
I was picking up stones
Along came a man and he said to me
How much a week do you get for doing that?
“Thirty bob.” I cried
He looked at me and shook his head
And this is what he cried
Come inside, you silly bugger, come inside!

I thought you had more sense
Working for a living? Take my tip,
Act bloody silly and become a lunatic!
For you get your meals regular
And a couple of suits beside
Thirty bob a week and your wife and kids to keep
Come inside you silly bugger, come inside!”

Sleep peacefully Muriel. Or wake the old devils!

Nobody’s prefect. If you find any spelling mistakes or other errors in this post, please let me know by highlighting the text and pressing Ctrl+Enter.

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