Folk and Traditional Song Lyrics:
I was outside a lunatic asylum one day, busy picking up stones
When along came a lunatic and said to me, "Good morning Mr. Jones,
Oh, how much a week do you get for doing that", "Thirty bob I cried"
"What, thirty bob a week, with a wife and kids to keep?
Come inside you silly bugger come inside"
"Come inside you silly bugger come inside, you ought to have a bit more sense.
Working for your living, take my tip, act a little screwy and become a lunatic.
Oh you get your meals most regular and a brand new suit besides.
What's thirty bob a week with a wife and kids to keep.
Come inside you silly bugger come inside."