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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

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