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 ran to the ticket line
Man said "Son, you could have saved the run, those airplanes just quit flyin' 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 "Im 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