| I’m stuck on the L.A. freeway
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| Got rain water in my boots
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| My thumbs done froze, can’t feel my toes
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| I feel a little destitute
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| Wheels throwing water all over my axe
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| And Mr. Jones won’t lend me a hand
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| Up come two cats in a Cadillac
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| And they say: 'Won't you hop in, man?'
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| I went flying high all the way, all the way.
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| The one that’s driving’s got a bowler hat
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| The other’s got a fez on his head
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| They turn around and grin and I grin back
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| But not a word was said
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| So I took out my harp and I played 'em a tune
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| I could see they were diggin' it
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| Then the one with the fez, well he turns and he says
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| 'We'd like to help you make your trip.'
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| I went flying high all the way, all the way.
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| He said: 'We can’t leave him out in the rain'
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| 'He just might freeze and die'
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| 'So why not put him on a plane'
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| 'And send him home in the sky?'
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| So they took me to the L.A. airport
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| Laid twenty dollars in my hand
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| Well, I paid my fare, I’m in the air
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| Flying back home again
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| And I went flying high
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| All the way, yeah all the way, all the way
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| You know I went flying high all the way
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| Don’t you know I went flying high all the… |