I Could Make a Good Living at That Songtext
von George Formby
I Could Make a Good Living at That Songtext
I just can′t remember the last time I worked
I could blush with repentance and shame!
When I think of the years that I've spent on the dole
Well I can′t bear the sound of me name!
But I'm going to reform and I'm looking around
For a job that I think I can do
I′ll just work like a horse
And have no more remorse
There′ll be no need for me to feel blue
Because I went to the races not long ago
And watched every jockey that won
He just sat on 'is ′orse
While it covered the course
And he got fifty quid when he'd done!
Now if I understood horses and knew how to ride
And learnt off a bit of me fat
If I was head stableman
To the great Aga Khan
I could make a good livin′
Make a good livin'
Make good livin′ at that!
Some cricketers came from Australia last year
And the newspapers made such a fuss!
I don't know what the row was about, but it seems
That they'd taken some cinders from us!
There was one in particular, Don was his name
He′s the youngest one, that gets my goat
For a millionaire chap liked his playin′ so much
That he sent him a thousand pound note!
Just imagine, a lad pickin' money up so
Just because he belongs to a club
I could almost repent
At the long years I′ve spent
Playin' dominoes down at the pub!
Now if I understood cricket and what it′s about
And knew how to handle a bat
If I could beat Bradman's score
Of three hundred and four
I could make a good livin′
Make a good livin'
Make a good livin' at that!
And if I went into Parliament that would be fine
I′d have such a lot to discuss
I would have some debates
On the taxes and rates
I′d surely create lots of fuss!
And I wouldn't sit there and say nothin′, like some
I would always be wearin' me hat
And if they made me Premier
At ten thousand a year
I could make a good livin′
Make a good livin'
Make a good livin′ at that!
I could blush with repentance and shame!
When I think of the years that I've spent on the dole
Well I can′t bear the sound of me name!
But I'm going to reform and I'm looking around
For a job that I think I can do
I′ll just work like a horse
And have no more remorse
There′ll be no need for me to feel blue
Because I went to the races not long ago
And watched every jockey that won
He just sat on 'is ′orse
While it covered the course
And he got fifty quid when he'd done!
Now if I understood horses and knew how to ride
And learnt off a bit of me fat
If I was head stableman
To the great Aga Khan
I could make a good livin′
Make a good livin'
Make good livin′ at that!
Some cricketers came from Australia last year
And the newspapers made such a fuss!
I don't know what the row was about, but it seems
That they'd taken some cinders from us!
There was one in particular, Don was his name
He′s the youngest one, that gets my goat
For a millionaire chap liked his playin′ so much
That he sent him a thousand pound note!
Just imagine, a lad pickin' money up so
Just because he belongs to a club
I could almost repent
At the long years I′ve spent
Playin' dominoes down at the pub!
Now if I understood cricket and what it′s about
And knew how to handle a bat
If I could beat Bradman's score
Of three hundred and four
I could make a good livin′
Make a good livin'
Make a good livin' at that!
And if I went into Parliament that would be fine
I′d have such a lot to discuss
I would have some debates
On the taxes and rates
I′d surely create lots of fuss!
And I wouldn't sit there and say nothin′, like some
I would always be wearin' me hat
And if they made me Premier
At ten thousand a year
I could make a good livin′
Make a good livin'
Make a good livin′ at that!
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