The Great Airplane Strike

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 coulda saved the run, those airplanes just quit flyin If I can't leave here I just might stay And that L.A. flyway's going to be my home Mm hmm I ran through the terminal building, went to fly by my airline The man said I could ride the wing and I said that was fine He said, "I've confirmed your reservation and put the plane on hold" He come 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's going to be my home I walked into the washroom and I built myself a fire Threw on lots of paper and the flames kept getting higher The janitor come running 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's going to be my home Next day I thought that I would leave so I packed my things again I waited fourteen hours for a taxi to come in Spotted one that wasn't full and I threw myself in fast 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's going to be my home