The Great Airplane Strike Lyrics

I was down in L.A. town,
when our manager said "Jump."
I threw my clothes and my saxophone,
in a two by four bit trunk.
I pushed it to the airport,
and I ran to the ticket line.
Man said "Son, you could have saved 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 on back and said
"Sorry but that wing s***e 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
Threw on lots of paper
and the flames kept gettin' higher
The janitor come runnin' in,
so scared 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 things 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