Ian Gillan Gunga Din
If, the nets were full of holes and all the holes were
full of dreams
The dreams were full of fortune they'd be bursting at
the seams.
The seams were made of gold and you could understand
the signs
Would you bet your easy money on the Christians or the
lions?
I'll be true to you
No matter what you do
How you diddlin' ?
Fair to middlin'
I'll be true to you
If you put into the history books the writings on the
wall
You'll turn them into mystery books and they're no use
at all
No one listens to the losers or the prophets or the
boys
If you wanted to you couldn't 'cause they're making too
much noise
I'll be true to you
No matter what you do
How you diddlin' ?
Fair to middlin'
I'll be true to you
Through the whistlin' and the dancin' and the flyin' of
the feet.
The drinkin' and the fightin' and the cryin' in the
street.
There's something I must tell you boy before I jack it
in.
You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din
My daddy was from Scotland and I couldn't understand
A single word he said to me until I was a man.
It was about the time I had me wisdom tooth put in
'Twas then I saw the whiskers growing on a dead man's
chin
I'll be true to you
No matter what you do
How you diddlin' ?
Fair to middlin'
I'll be true to you
