The Great Airplane Strike Songtext
von Paul Revere and 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 coulda saved the run, those airplanes just quit flyin

If I can′t leave here
I just might stay
And that L.A. flyway's going to be my home
Mm hmm

I ran through the terminal building, went to fly by my airline
The man said I could ride the wing and I said that was fine
He said, "I′ve confirmed 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's going to be my home

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's going 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
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′s going to be my home