| Take good core of what you’ve got
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| My father said to me
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| As he puffed his pipe and Baby B.
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| He dandled on his knee
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| Don’t fool with fools who’ll turn away
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| Keep all Good Company
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| Oo Hoo Oo Hoo
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| Take care of those you call your own
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| And keep Good Company
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| Soon I grew and happy too
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| My very good friends and me
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| We’d play all day and Sally J.
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| The girl from number four
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| And very soon I begged her won’t you
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| Keep me Company
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| Now marriage is an insinuation sure
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| My wife and I our needs and nothing more
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| All my friends by a year
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| By and by disappear
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| But we’re safe enough behind our door
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| I flourished in my humble trade
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| My reputation grew
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| The work devoured my waking hours
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| But when my time was through
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| Reward of all my efforts my own
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| Limited Company
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| I hardly noticed Sall as we
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| Pated Company
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| All through the years in the end it appears
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| There was never really anyone but me
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| Now I’m old I puff my pipe
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| But no-one's there to see
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| I ponder on the lesson of
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| My life’s insanity
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| Take care of those you call your own
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| And Keep Good Company |