Great Airplane Strike Lyrics

Great Airplane Strike lyrics

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



From: "J. R. Walskey"
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