Road to Mandalay

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