I SHOULD SAY SO
by
Robb Wilton

I've got a pal, a real pal,
Who's been a pal to me.
In time of grief and trouble
He's as happy as can be.
Some time ago last winter,
I 'ad what they call the flu
And Jim, my pal of years gone by,
Came round to pull me through.
He looked at me and sighed
And said, "It's all up, that is clear!"
And he looked at me again and said,
"Oh dear!, oh dear!, oh dear!"
He said, "You don't 'alf look bad, you don't!"
I said, "Who do?"
He said, "You don't!"
I said, "I do?"
He said, "Yes, you do, you don't."
He said, "You won't live long, you won't."
I said, "Who won't?"
He said, "You won't!"
I said, "I won't?"
He said, "You won't!"
I said, "Why?"
I said, "What makes you say so?"
He said, "Say so?... I should say so!"
"It's a thousand pounds to one you're gonna die,
"Well you might last out 'til Sunday,
"But you can't live over Monday...
"So I think I'd better go now."
I said, "Aye!"