Coming in from London, from over the pole
Flyin’ in a big airliner
Chickens flyin’ everywhere around the plane
Could we ever feel much finer?
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Chorus
Comin’ into Los Angeles
Bringin’ in a couple of keys
Don’t touch my bags if you please, mister customs man
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Verse 2
Yeah, there’s a guy with a ticket to Mexico
No, he couldn’t look much stranger
Walkin’ in the hall with his things and all
Smilin, said he was the Lone Ranger
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Chorus
Comin’ into Los Angeles
Bringin’ in a couple of keys
Don’t touch my bags if you please, mister customs man
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Verse 3
Hip woman walkin’ on the movin’ floor
Trippin’ on the escalator
There’s a man in the line and she’s blowin’ his mind
Thinkin’ that he’s already made her
Comin’ into Los Angeles
Bringin’ in a couple of keys
Don’t touch my bags if you please, mister customs man