Lyrics:

Words and Music by Arlo Guthrie



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?



CHORUS:

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



CHORUS



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



CHORUS



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?



CHORUS