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 the 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 have flown with someone else

Or gone by car,

Cuz 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.

And 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 to all the Airline's people

From New York to New Delhi,

Including kind Miss Irlweg

Who says the final word from 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.

You're liable, just admit it.

I should have flown with someone else

Or gone by car,

Cuz United Breaks Guitars.

Well I won't say that I'll never fly

With you again cuz maybe

To save the world I probably would

But that won't likely happen.

And if it did, I wouldn't bring my luggage,

Cuz you'd just got 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 have flown with someone else

Or gone by car,

Cuz United Breaks Guitars.

Yeah, United breaks guitars.

Yeah, United breaks guitars.