Aku nulis surat ini dari luar negeri, di dalam D.C.8
Headin' into Angel town, I hope it's not too late
Menuju kota Angel, semoga belum terlambat
It rained in New York City, Mr. Rock'n Roll couldn't stay
Hujan di New York City, Mr. Rock'n Roll nggak bisa bertahan
The crowd was mad and we were bad, chasin' the sun back to L.A.
Kerumunan ramai dan kami nakal, ngejar matahari kembali ke L.A.
Have breakfast with me mama, I hope they'll let us in
Sarapan sama mama, semoga mereka membolehkan kita masuk
Got a leather jacket on, you know that it's a sin
Pakai jaket kulit, kau tahu itu dosa
Gunga Din
Gunga Din
Sittin' backwards on this airplane, it's bound to make me sick
Duduk terbalik di pesawat ini, pasti bikin aku mual
Spend your life on a D.C.8, never get to bed, settle down in the blue
Menghabiskan hidup di D.C.8, nggak pernah tidur, nggak bisa tenang di langit biru
Now we're over Kansas where the clouds are flowing by
Sekarang kita di atas Kansas, di mana awan mengalir lewat
The whole wide world looks back at me
Seluruh dunia menatapku kembali
Just like a mushroom high, I wonder why
Seperti jamur tinggi, aku bertanya-tanya kenapa