Testi Soundtracks :: B

Come with me

Where the food is free

Where the landlord never comes near you

Be a guest in a house of rest

Where the best of fellows can cheer you.

There's your own little room

So cool, not too much light

Where you're one man for whom

No wife waits up at night

When day enda

You have lots of friends

Who will guard you well while you slumber

Safe from battle and stife

Safe from the wind and gale

Come with me to jail



You'll never have to fetch the milk

Or walk the dog at early dawn

There's no -"Get up- you're late for work!"

While you rest in the pearly dawn

You're never bored by politics

You're privileged to miss a row

Of tragedies by Sophocles

And diatribes by Cicero

Your brother's wife will never come

On sunday noon to bring to you

Her little son who plays the lute,

Her little girl to sing to you

You can commit you little "sin"

And relatives won't yel "Fie!"

You needn't take the annual trip

To the oracle at Delphi

You snore and swear and strech and yawn

In this, your strictly male house

The only way that sinners go to Heaven

Is in the jailhouse