When I Take the Count
When I take the long count, buddy,
And I hit the good old hay,
Don't ask the boss to leave you off
And lose a half a day!
Just drop around the night before,
When the lights are burning low,
And shake hands with the neighbors
Who are busted up with woe.
Don't spend a lot of money
In buying me some blooms,
Just laugh and kid around the joint,
Help chase away the glooms;
Spend your jack on extra chow
And have some fun awhile,
To know that you were happy!
That would make me smile.