Good Company. Songtext / Lyric

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

Oh, ho, oh, ho

Take care of those you call your own

And keep good company






Soon I grew up 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

Oh, ho

Oh, ho

Oh, ho

Oh, ho

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, own, own

And keep good company