So you take the lady   And I'll take the lesson   I can't say that anyone   Is doing me wrong   Cuz I always knew   The girl had a weakness   For whistlers and jugglers   And singers of songs.      Now she was a child   Back when I first found her   And the woman inside her   Was just being born   And I knew she'd come with me   Cuz she had a fever   For whistlers and jugglers   And singers of songs.      And the whistlers would whistle her   A tune she can dance to   The jugglers would cheer her   When she starts to cry   The singers with sing her   A bed of red roses   Where she might let you lie   By her side.      She'll laugh in the face    Of the wealthy and famous   And you'll never lose her   To the handsome or strong   But all of your life, son   Watch over your shoulder   For whistlers and jugglers   And singers of songs.      Oh... the girl's got a weakness   For singers of songs.