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

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