Gung Ho

Gung Ho is a word I know

Means things are just beginning

Birth of a child, the wildness of youth

And the turf in the first inning

Coffee in the morning or Chinese herb tea

The former is the one works best for me

You cant be Gung Ho if yer hung over

Broken hearted, beaten down, eatin crow

Mr. Brown, Gung Ho

Gung Ho is a tale thats told

With a see ya later to the fold

Got my guitar the farther I go

And I do mean to be bold

Playin in the subway or a frat party

I aint gonna be nobodys secretary

You cant be Gung Ho if you're hung over

Broken hearted, beaten down, eatin crow

Mr. Brown, gung ho

Gung Ho, Im just a ridin high

Gung Ho, Im not your ordinary guy

Gung Ho, just dont ask me why

Im doin' anythin' that

Im doin, doin, doin, Gung Ho, Gung Ho

Gung Ho is the thing I got when the

Girl she got me goin

Birth of a child, the wildness of youth

But the bankbook isnt showin

How am I gonna get to where Im 'spose to be

A little common sense would be a good thing for me

You cant be Gung Ho if you're hung over

Broken hearted, beaten down, eatin crow

Mr. Brown, Gung Ho

Gung Ho, I was a ridin high

Gung Ho, I had me a pie in the sky

Gung Ho, now Im not sure if I am

Doin anythin' that Im doin, doin, doin

Gung Ho, Gung Ho

Gung Ho is the way I was

When things were just beginning

Birth of a child, the wildness of youth

And the very thought of winning

Everybody said

That I would be okay, not one of them

Standing to this day

You cant be Gung Ho if you're hung over

Broken hearted, beaten down, eatin crow

Mr. Brown, Gung Ho

Broken hearted, beaten down, eatin crow

Mr. Brown, Gung Ho

Broken hearted, beaten down, eatin crow

Mr. Brown, Gung Ho