Jimmy Hoffa

You know that I’m still looking.
I’m searching everywhere.
Yeah, Jimmy Hoffa’s hiding out.
He’s got to be somewhere.

The last reported sighting
put Jimmy Hoffa near.
They saw him in a restaurant
swilling a Coors Light beer.

Yeah, right here in Las Vegas.
He’s somewhere on the Strip.
And that’s why I’m in Vegas now.
I had to make the trip.

He’s here with D.B. Cooper.
I’m sure of it, you know.
Those two are hanging out in town
and going to the shows.

If I can find those two guys,
well, that would be a scoop.
Yeah, Pulitzer would add my name.
I’d join that famous group.

I think I’m getting closer.
I soon will win that prize.
Hey, there is Elvis over there!
… or someone in disguise.

The National Enquirer
will pay me lots of bread.
If I can find that Hoffa guy
and prove he isn’t dead.

But Vegas is a strange place.
I think I’ll go back home.
Wait! I just heard a rumor that
he could be up in Nome.

I’m packing up my suitcase.
Alaska’s where I’m bound!
I’ll catch the quickest Greyhound bus.
I can’t just hang around.

I know that I will find him.
You know that is my quest.
Naaah, maybe I’ll just head on home.
That’s probably for the best.