Of all the comfort you can get In any way you ever met, To make a fellow feel inside And up and down and through and through Secure and sort of satisfied, There's nothing that can comfort you Exactly like a little tin, Like having something coming in. There's lots of joy a man can buy, And so he should, and so do I. But, after all, I never found A greater comfort anywhere, Although I've looked a lot around, Than putting what I had to spare Of money where it would begin To bring me something coming in. Who makes his money easily, Or makes it hard, it seems to me, Has ev'ry reason he should lay A little of his money by; If easy, for a harder day; If hard, because he ought to try A little greater ease to win And have some money coming in. You'll find a lot of tinsel toys Along the road, and tinsel joys. But, for a pleasure that will last, When harder days are right ahead And days of easy youth are past, There's not a thing, as I have said, Like just to sit and smoke or spin And have some money coming in. |