The great airplane strike
paul revere & the raiders
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

From: "j. r. walskey" <hewitte@gate.net>