United Breaks Guitars

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 nowhere" 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 Delhi I heard all your excuses, and I've chased your wild gooses United... United... (United...) United... United... (United...) You broke it, you should fix it You're liable, just admit it I should've flown with someone else Or gone by car Well, I won't say that I'll never fly with you again Well, I won't say that I'll never fly with you again 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 United... United... (United...) United... United... (United...) You broke it, you should fix it You're liable, just admit it I should've flown with someone else Or gone by car Yeah, United breaks guitars