Your Picture

My friend, she told me such a story

But she didn't know what I knew

I laughed with my friend when she got to the end

I knew we were laughing at you

She told me that you made some money

You got yourself framed on the wall

And people come by and they look at your face

And they say it's the fairest of all

Of course you protest, that's what you do best

And you're modest and shy to the end

You're watching them as they're looking at you

And you know it was money well spent

She told me you'd given up drinking

To be with somebody you knew

And you tried to get into the Bible

But it never got into you

You've still got some loyal disciples

I suppose that I'm one of the few

I shouldn't have laughed, 'cause I mean you no harm

But my friend got to me before you

So next time I see you, I'll be pleased to see you

I hope you'll be pleased to see me

I'll visit your picture, I won't have the nerve

To tell them that they've got you all wrong