the great airplane strike of 1966 lyrics – paul revere & the raiders

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 save 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
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 comes back and says “sorry
but that wing sp*ce just been sold”
if i can’t leave here
i just might stay
and that l.a. flyway
is goin’ to be my home, baby
i walked into the washroom
and i built myself a fire
threw on lots of paper
and 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
i waited fourteen 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

/ paul revere the raiders lyrics