Written by gene parsons

Im writing this here letter from aboard a dc8
Heading into angel town, I hope its not too late
It rained in new york city
Mister rock n roll couldnt stay
The crowd was mad and we were had
Chasing the sun back to l.a.

Have breakfest with me mamma
I hope theyll let us in
Got a leather jacket on
I know that its 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 were 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 theyll let us in
Got a leather jacket on
I know that its a sin
Gunga din

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