Boeing 707 to JFK
Heading for New York City
Foxy lady started sending her looks my way
And I thought that might be something for me
She was tall and thin, and oh, so pretty
She looked kind of wild and free
But when I asked her how she felt about doing her thing
She just laughed and made a fool out of me
What a bummer
Baby, what a drag
What a bu-bu-bummer
She left me holding the bag
747 to the shores of California
I had never been to Frisco, but I liked what I saw I L.A.
I started rappin' with a chick on Sunset Strip
A flower child reeling in peace
But underneath the flower suede pants
She was nothing but a pseudo freak
What a bummer
Baby, what a drag
What a bu-bu-bummer
She left me holding the bag
Bummer
Baby, what a drag
What a bu-bu-bummer
She left me holding the bag
What a bummer
Baby, what a drag
What a bu-bu-bummer
She left me holding the bag