| | Gunga Din Lyrics Artist(Band):The Byrds
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 The Monk 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 high, I wonder why Have breakfest with The Monk I hope they'll let us in Got a leather jacket on I know that it's a sin Gunga Din If you find some error in Gunga Din Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Review the song Gunga Din The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "The Byrds" Music | |
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