Written by Gene Parsons
I'm writing this here letter, from aboard a DC8
Headin' in, to Angel Town, I hope it's not too late, Mmm- hmm
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., Mmm- hmm
Have breakfast with me momma
I hope they'll let us in
Got a leather jacket on
Know that is a sin
Gunga Din
Sitting backwards on this airplane, is bound to make me sick
Spend your life on a DC8, never get to bed
(Settle down) settle down in the world
Now we're over Kansas, the clouds are floating by
The whole wide world looks back at me
Just like a mushroom pie, wonder why
Have breakfast with me momma
I hope they'll let us in
Got a leather jacket on
Know that is a sin
Gunga Din