Flying High

I'm stuck on the LA freeway

Got rainwater in my boots

My thumb's done froze, can't feel my toes

I'm feeling little destitute

Wheels throwin' water all over my axe

And Mr. Jones won't lend me a hand

Up come two cats in a Cadillac

And they say, "Won't you hop in, man?"

I went flying high

All the way

All the way

The one that's drivin's got a bowler hat

The other's got a fez on his head

They turn around and grin, and I grin back

But not a word was said

So I took out my harp and I played 'em a tune

I could see they were diggin' it

Then the one with the fez, well, he turns and he says

"We'd like to help you make your trip"

And I went flying high

All the way

All the way

He says, "We can't leave him out in the rain

He just might freeze and die

So why not put him on a plane

And send him home in the sky"

So they took me to the LA airport

Laid twenty dollars in my hand

Well, I paid my fare, I'm in the air

Flyin' back home again

And I went flying high

All the way

Yeah, all the way

All the way, you know I went flying high

All the way