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Words and Music by Arlo GuthrieComing in from LondonFrom over the poleFlying in a big airlinerChickens flying everywhere around the planeCould we ever feel much finer?CHORUS:Coming into Los AngelesBringing in a couple of keysDon't touch my bags if you pleaseMister Customs ManThere's a guy with a ticket to MexicoNo, he couldn't look much strangerWalking in the hall with his things and allSmiling, said he was the Lone RangerCHORUSHip woman walking on a moving floorTripping on the escalatorThere's a man in the lineAnd she's blowing his mindThinking that he's already made herCHORUSComing in from LondonFrom over the poleFlying in a big airlinerChickens flying everywhere around the planeCould we ever feel much finer?CHORUS