Just outside a lunatic asylum,
I was picking up some stones.
When along came a man and he said to me,
"Good morning, Mister Jones,
"How much a week do you get for doing that"?
"Thirty bob." I sighed,
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 a little silly and become a lunatic!
For you get your meals quite regular,
And two new suits beside.
Thirty bob a week and your wife and kids to keep.
Come inside you silly bugger, come inside!"