Hey La from FOAD by The Food
Written by Steve Weakley
Tracklist
| 8. | Hey La | 2:26 |
Lyrics
You got your money. You got your cars
But you don't drive them very far
You get your buys to pay the rent
You think those boys are heaven sent
Hey La, Hey La, Hey La, Hey La, Hey La
Ooh. Ha! Ooh. Ha!
You take the time to go to waste
I love you baby, come kiss my face
I gotta know if love is real
I gotta know just how you feel
Hey La, Hey La, Hey La, Hey La, Hey La
Ooh. Ha! Ooh. Ha!
She packs them nicely. She packs them clean
There is no reason why she's so mean
You get those boys to all say please
You get those boys down on their knees
Hey La, Hey La, Hey La, Hey La, Hey La
Ooh. Ha! Ooh. Ha!
Credits
License
All rights reserved.
In theory, if you had an infinite number of monkeys in a room equipped with typewriters, eventually one or two of them would replicate some of the world's greatest literature. We're trying to do the same thing musically, just with a lot less monkeys and a few musical instruments. LIke it or don't. We just like hanging out together and making a racket, and if you enjoy it too all the better.