Blue United Airlines on my way to Nebraska. The plane departed Halifax, connecting in Chicago's old pair.
While on the ground the passengers 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, your ladle just admitted. I should have flown with someone else, or gone by car.
Cause United breaks guitars.
When we landed in Nebraska, I confirmed what I suspected. Mike Taylor'd been the victim of a vicious act of malice at old air.
So began a year-long saga, but pass the buck, don't ask me. And I'm sorry sir, your claim can go nowhere.
So do all the airlines people, from New York to New Delhi, Including Kind Miss Earlwig, who says the final word for them is no.
I've 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, your ladle just admitted. I should have 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'd probably look, 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, your ladle just admitted. I should have flown with someone else, or gone by car.
Cause United breaks guitars.
Yeah, United breaks guitars. Yeah, United breaks guitars.
Yeah, United breaks guitars.