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