Ian Gillan - Gunga Din lyrics

If the nets were full of holes And all the holes were full of dreams And the dreams were full of fortune They'd be bursting at the seams And if 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 didlin'? 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