Great Airplane Strike

                                  I was down in L.A. town, when our manager said "Jump"

I through my close and my saxophone in a two by four bit trunk

I pushed it to the airport and run to the ticket line

Man said "Son, you could have saves the run, those airplanes just quit flyin'"



If I can't leave here, I just might stay

And that L.A. flyway is goin' to be my home, umm, huum



I ran to the terminal building, to fly by my airline

The man said I could ride the wing and I said that was fine

He said "I'll confirm your reservation, and put the plane on hold"

He came back and said "Sorry but that wing space just been sold"



If I can't leave here, I just might stay

And that L.A. flyway is goin' to be my home, umm, huum, baby



I walked into the washroom and I built myself a fire

Throw on lots of paper and the flames kept gettin' higher

The janitor come runnin' in, so scare his face was white

So, I explained my situation, he said "That's all right"



If I can't leave here, I just might stay

And that L.A. flyway is goin' to be my home



Next day I thought that I would leave, so I packed my thing again

Waited 14 hours for a taxi to come in

Spotted one that wasn't full and I threw myself in fast

The driver said "I'm sorry but this taxi's out of gas"



If I can't leave here, I just might stay

And that L.A. flyway is goin' to be my home