Tommy, Tommy, Tommy
Left his Burma girl lazy at the sea
Can't get this song out of my mind
It plays all night and all day
On the road to Mandalay
Where the flying fishes play
On the road to Mandalay
Where the flying fishes play
Who wrote that? Kipling?
No, where am I?
There is something shining north-northeast
It is my plane
Her skin so smooth
She shines like an English biscuit tin