Gunga Din

If I could bottle or preserve this feeling
To feed off for the rest of my days

Gladly apply the daily dosage of sunshine rays - that make me happy

No black dog haunting my shoulder; I'll be a bear

Don't ask for much; just freedom of spirit
We all know nothing is fair

Been having feelings of non existence - is anyone there

Can't do the things you once used to
But you don't really care

Apparently if I give up smoking - I will have better sex
Not sure if that's a curse or a blessing
Might be more of a pest

I get bogged down with the trouble and strife
It's a tribal war no one can win, so
Beam me up to Alpha Centauri
To think and do nothing with David Bowie

I had a day to go where I wanted - Any place that I pleased
Casual relations with itinerant strangers
It's all a bit of a wheeze

Taking potshots at the latest proposals
Put it all in the bin, cos
Everything is coming up roses except for Gunga 'din'



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Writer(s): Martin Weller
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