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