Gunga Din (Parsons) - 3:03

Iґm writing this here letter from abroad a D.C.8
Headinґ into Angel town, I hope itґs not too late

It rained in New York City, Mr.Rockґn Roll couldnґt stay
The crowd was mad and we were bad, chasinґ the sun back to L.A.

Have breakfast with me mama, I hope theyґll let us in
Got a leather jacket on, you know that itґs a sin
Gunga Din

Sittinґ backwards on this airplane, itґs bound to make me sick
Spend your life on a D.C.8, never get to bed, settle down in the blue

Now weґre over Kansas where the clouds are flowing by
The whole wide world looks back at me
just like a mushroom high, I wonder why