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?
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 that he was the lone ranger.
Coming into Los Angeles, bringing in a couple of keys,
don´t touch my bags, if you please, Mister Customs Man.
Coming into Los Angeles, bringing in a couple of keys,
don´t touch my bags, if you please, Mister Customs Man.
Hip woman walking on a moving floor,
tripping on the escalator.
There´s a man in the line, and he´s blowing his mind.
thinking that he´s already made her.
Coming into Los Angeles, bringing in a couple of keys,
don´t touch my bags, if you please, Mister Customs Man.