Gunga Din

Gunga Din - The Byrds

Written by：G. 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 in the world

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