Gunga Bin

You carried me away
To where a fellow angel lay,
When a bullet come and drilled you through the spleen.
You pulled me safe inside,
An’ just before you died,
'I hope you liked your beer,’ said Gunga Bin.
I’ll meet him later on
At the place where he is gone
Where it’s always double shots and no canteen.
He’ll be squatting on the coals
Giving drinks to poor dammed souls,
And I’ll get a swig in hell from Gunga Bin!
Yes, Bin! Bin! Bin!
You Lazarushian-leather Gunga Bin!
I’ve seen you full of shot and brew,
By the living god that made you,
You’re a better man than I am, Gunga Bin!