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 says
"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 way