The Great Airplane Strike

(álbum: The Spirit Of '67 - 1966)

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 going 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 going 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 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 is going 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 going to be my home