[00:33.45]If the nets were full of holes
[00:34.89]And all the holes were full of dreams
[00:36.96]And the dreams were full of fortune
[00:38.37]They'd be bursting at the seams
[00:40.20]And if the seams were made of gold
[00:41.73]And you could understand the signs
[00:43.59]Would you bet your easy money
[00:45.30]On the Christians or the lions?
[00:47.43]I'll be true to you
[00:48.81]No matter what you do
[00:50.70]How you didlin'?
[00:51.51]Fair to middlin'
[00:52.47]I'll be true to you
[01:09.99]If you put into the history books
[01:11.82]The writings on the wall
[01:13.68]You'll turn them into mystery books
[01:16.95]And they're no use at all
[01:17.40]No one listens to the losers
[01:18.63]Or the prophets or the boys
[01:20.37]If you wanted to you couldn't
[01:21.69]'Cause they're making too much noise
[01:23.94]I'll be true to you
[01:24.63]No matter what you do
[01:27.57]How you diddlin'?
[01:28.14]Fair to middlin'
[01:29.13]I'll be true to you
[01:56.07]Through the whistlin' and the dancin' and the flyin' of the feet.
[01:59.55]The drinkin' and the fightin' and the cryin' in the street.
[02:03.03]There's something I must tell you boy before I jack it in.
[02:06.27]You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din
[02:26.01]My daddy was from Scotland
[02:27.69]And I couldn't understand
[02:29.49]A single word he said to me
[02:31.32]Until I was a man
[02:32.88]It was about the time
[02:34.23]I had me wisdom tooth put in
[02:35.79]'Twas then I saw the whiskers
[02:37.68]Growing on a dead man's chin
[02:39.90]I'll be true to you
[02:41.31]No matter what you do
[02:43.17]How you diddlin'
[02:44.01]Fair to middlin'
[02:44.82]I'll be true to you

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