Letra de Working My Way To LA

Out of Lousianne 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 by Baton Rouge
I’m-a-working my way to L.A
Oooo-yeah, a-ha, ooo-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 green Volks van out of Lousianne
I’m-a-working my way to L.A
Oooo-yeah, a-ha, ooo-yeah a-ha
(Mooo-la, moola, ooo-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
Oooo yeah, a-ha, ooo 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)