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
