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