I flew United Airlines 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 action on the tarmac, 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 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
'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 saga, of
"Pass the buck", "Don't ask me", and
"I'm 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 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
'Cause United breaks guitars.
Well, I won't say that
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 you 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
'Cause United breaks guitars.
Yeah,
United breaks guitars.
Yeah, United breaks guitars.
