The Roches - Gung Ho lyrics

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 can?t be Gung Ho if yer hung over Broken hearted, beaten down, eatin? crow Mr. Brown, Gung Ho Gung Ho is a tale that?s 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 ain?t gonna be nobody?s secretary You can?t be Gung Ho if you're hung over Broken hearted, beaten down, eatin? crow Mr. Brown, gung ho Gung Ho, I?m just a ridin? high Gung Ho, I?m not your ordinary guy Gung Ho, just don?t ask me why I?m doin' anythin' that I?m 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 isn?t showin? How am I gonna get to where I?m 'spose to be A little common sense would be a good thing for me You can?t 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 I?m not sure if I am Doin? anythin' that I?m 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 can?t 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