Working My Way To LA

Out of Lousian in a green Volks van

Headed into Houston, Texas

With a roll of baloney and hunk of cheese

And a box of Saltine crackers

Put all I got in a cardboard box

And I’m headed out to California

I got nothin’ to lose but all them blues

I’m-a-working my way to L.A

Oooh yeah, a-ha

Oooh yeah, a-ha

Papa got the mumps and Papa got the drugs

And I got the lumps to prove it

Well I worked like a fool and I never went to school

Never had a chance to make it

But my hopes are high and so am I

You’d better look out, California

In a green Volks van out of Lousian

I’m-a-working my way to L.A

Oooh yeah, a-ha

Oooh yeah, a-ha

Mooo-la, moola, oooh la, la-la

Mooo-la, moola, ooo-la, la-la

Mooo-la, moola, ooo-la, la-la

Said - oooo-la, ooola, ooo-la, la-la-la

Ol’ mama Creole, I’ll see you on the Bayou

One of these sunshiny days

These cotton fields don’t pay my bills

I’m working my way to L.A

Oooh yeah, a-ha

Oooh yeah, a-ha

(Oooo-la, boola, ooo-la, la-la)

(Oooo-la, boola, ooo-la, la-la)

(Oooo-la, boola, ooo-la, la-la)

(Oooo-la, boola, ooo-la, la-la)