THE LUNATIC SONG ( A VIC SPECIAL)
Outside the lunatic asylum one day,
I was breaking up stones,
Along came a lunatic and said,
Good morning Mister Jones,
How much a week do you get for doing that,
Thirty bob I cried.
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 a bit more sense,
Working for a living, take my tip ,
Act a little strange and become a loon-a-tic,
You get your meals quite regular,
And two new suits besides,
Thirty bob a week,
No wife and kids to keep,
Come inside you silly bugger,
Come inside."