Flying High

I'm stuck on the L.A. freeway,

Got rain water in my boots,

My thumbs done froze, can't feel my toes,

I feel a little destitute.

Wheels throwing 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 driving'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 sez,

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

And I went flying high

All the way - all the way.

He said, "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 L.A. airport,

Laid twenty dollars in my hand.

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

Flying 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,

Don't you know I went flying high all the...