Gunga Din

I'm writing this here letter From aboard a DC-8 Heading into Angel Town I hope it's not too late It rained in New York City Mister Rock 'n' Roll couldn't stay The crowd was mad and we were had Chasing the sun back to L.A Have breakfast with me mama I hope they'll let us in Got a leather jacket on I know that it's a sin Gunga Din Sitting backwards on this airplane Is bound to make me sick Spend your life on a DC-8 Never get to bed, settle down, settle down Now we're over Kansas Where the clouds are floating by The whole wide world looks back at me Just like a mushroom pie I wonder why Have breakfast with me mamma I hope they'll let us in Got a leather jacket on I know that it's a sin Gunga Din