Coming in from London From over the pole Flying in a big airliner Chickens flying everywhere around the plane Could we ever feel much finer?
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Coming into Los Angeles Bringing in a couple of keys Don't touch my bags if you please Mister Customs Man
There's a guy with a ticket to Mexico No, he couldn't look much stranger Walking in the hall with his things and all Smiling, said he was the Lone Ranger
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Hip woman walking on a moving floor Tripping on the escalator There's a man in the line And she's blowing his mind Thinking that he's already made her
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Coming in from London From over the pole Flying in a big airliner Chickens flying everywhere around the plane Could we ever feel much finer?