I flew United on my way to Nebraska The plane departed, Halifax, connecting in Chicago's \"O'Hare\". While on the ground, a passenger said from the seat behind me, \"My God, they're throwing guitars out there\"
The band and I exchanged a look, best described as terror At the on the tarmat, and knowing whose projectiles these would be So before I left Chicago, I alerted three employees Who showed complete indifference towards me
United... (United...) You broke my Taylor United... (United...) Some big help you are
You broke it, you should fix it You're liable, just admit it I should've flown with someone else gone by car
'Cause United breaks guitars.
When we landed in Nebraska, I confirmed what I'd suspected My Taylor'd been the victim of a vicious act of malice at O'Hare
So began a year long sagan, of \"pass the buck\", \"don't ask me\", and sorry, sir, your claim can go no where\". So to all the airlines people, from New York to New Deli Including kind Ms. Irlweg, who says the final word from them is \"no\".
I heard all your excuses, And I've chased your wild gooses And this attitude of yours, I say, must go
United... (United...) You broke my Guitar United...
Some big help you are
You broke it, you should fix it You're liable, just admit it I should've flown with someone else Or gone by car
'Cause United breaks guitars.
Well, I won't say I'll never fly with you again, 'Cause, maybe, to save the world, I probably would, But that won't likely happen, And if it did, I wouldn't bring my luggage 'Cause you'd just go and break it, Into a thousand pieces, Just like broke my heart
When United breaks guitars.
United... (United...) You broke my Taylor Guitar United... (United...) Some big help you are
You broke it, you should fix it You're liable, just admit it I should've flown with someone else Or gone by car