text: Take good care of what youve got
  My father said to me
  As he puffed his pipe and Baby B
  He dandled on his knee
  Dont fool with fools wholl turn away
  Keep all good company
  Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
  Take care of those you call your own
  And keep good company
  Soon I grew and happy too
  My very good friends and me
  Wed play all day with Sally J
  The girl from number four
  And very soon I begged her
  Wont you keep me company?
  Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
  Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
  Oh, marry me for evermore
  Well 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 disappear
  But were 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 Im old, I puff my pipe
  But no ones there to see
  I ponder on the lesson of
  My lifes insanity
  Take care of those you call your own
  And keep good company