Talking to Yourself

Have you ever stopped to notice, Have you ever stopped to think, How much you're always talking To yourself, you funny gink?

Though you're toiling at your labor, Or just sitting on the shelf, By gosh, you're always talking, And you're talking to yourself.

You chatter like the dickens, You talk the clock around; You make a lot of racket, But nobody hears a sound.

You converse with men and angels, And laugh at friends and foes; You talk with kings and doggies, Ain't that the way it goes?

You discuss your private business, And you say what you will do; But nobody ever knows it, 'Cept that little person, YOU.

But I tell you, there's advantage, In discoursing with one's self; You don't get into trouble, When you're talking to yourself.