Gunga Din lyrics

If the nets were full of holes And all the hole 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 honsy 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 prophet 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 crying 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 whickers 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