Written with Paul Thorn and Louise Goffin
Lyrics
Walkin down the highway
headed to New Orleans
A thumb in the air and a pair of tight jeans
He'd fallen on lean times
so all he had to pack
Were some 8 by 10 glossies
and the shirt on his back
His pink Eldorado was lookin good
with a chrome candelabra
welded to the hood
With a Walmart keyboard
and a makeup bag
He was headin for the big time
and goin in drag
Oooo- sha sha...
It was hell out on the highway
His feet were gettin sore
The batteries in his walkman
didn't work no more
He raised a thumb, then flipped a finger
to a passin Dodge
Then saw the pink Eldorado
It looked like a mirage
Oooo - sha sha...
Whistlen to Sinatra and drivin real fast
he saw the handsome hitchhiker
took his foot off the gas
Pulled it on over and offered him a ride
Set a cocktail on the dashboard
of the passenger side
Oooo - sha sha...
Where you headin to friend?
Well i'm goin to Hollywood
but first i'm stoppin in New Orleans
The driver said "good"
You know you look a lot like Fabio
You could go far
The hiker said "thank you man
i love this car!"
Oooo - sha sha...
At a Bourbon street drag club
in New Orleans
Liberace plays piano to a drum machine
A new interpretation of an old familiar song
And Fabio's groovin in a leopard skin thong
Oooo - sha sha
Oooo - sha sha...