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 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
Uh-huh
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 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 is goin' to be my home
Um-hum, 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
I 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