The Byrds - Gunga Din lyrics

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