ah, the glue fumes. good times!
I had an old buddy who died a few years ago who was a great blues and jazz guitarist. He wrote one country song with kind of a Chet Atkins style to it, and the lyrics I can remember went something like this:
My cousin Bill has a still up on the hill, it's front for a glue factory
Oh give me a bag and I promise not to gag on that good ole airplane glue
Good ole, good ole, good ole airplane glue
Rick