Lyric Gunga Din

Written by Gene Parsons

I m writing this here letter from aboard a DC8
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 breakfest with me mamma
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 DC8, 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 breakfest with me mamma
I hope they ll let us in
Got a leather jacket on
I know that it s a sin
Gunga Din