Written by Gene 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). 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.