Great Airplane Strike

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