Working My Way to L.A.

[Verse 1]
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

[Refrain]
Oooh yeah, a-ha
Oooh yeah, a-ha

[Verse 2]
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

[Refrain]
Oooh yeah, a-ha
Oooh yeah, a-ha

[Bridge]
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

[Verse 3]
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

[Refrain]
Oooh yeah, a-ha
Oooh yeah, a-ha

[Outro]
(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)