I met him in the sling at Flex on West Melrose


Where it’s cloudy all the time and there’s giant piles of coca


C – O – C – A, coca


I walked up to him, said I don’t normally ask,


But I have to know your name, and in a sketched out voice he said “LOAD-LA”


L – O – A – D, Load-La


Lo, lo, lo, lo, Load-Laaaaaa