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