Gunga Din

I'm writing this here letter from aboard a DC-8
 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 DC-8, 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