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
