You Can't Take It With You When You Go! Poem by Dawn Ferrett

You can't take it with you when you go, boy,
You can't take it with you when you go.
For what good is all your wealth,
If you haven't got your health,
'Cos you can't take it with you when you go.

You can't take it with you when you go, boy,
You can't take it with you when you go.
Grasping relatives look on,
Hoping that you'll soon be gone,
'Cos you can't take it with you when you go.

You can't take it with you when you go, boy,
You can't take it with you when you go.
When they hear you've taken ill,
They'll be hunting for the will,
'Cos you can't take it with you when you go.

You can't take it with you when you go, boy,
You can't take it with you when you go.
It's a shame to think your bread
Will be squandered once you're dead,
'Cos you can't take it with you when you go.

You can't take it with you when you go, boy,
You can't take it with you when you go.
You don't have to spend the lot!
Sell the rolls and buy a yacht,
'Cos you can't take it with you when you go.

You can't take it with you when you go, boy,
You can't take it with you when you go.
Dress the missus up in Bling!
Diamond necklace, brooch and ring,
'Cos you can't take it with you when you go.

For you can scrimp, and you can save,
But you're a long time in your grave!
So spend it now and have some fun - BEFORE you go! ! !