Flying through the Michigan skies with a song in my innocent heart I placed myself in professional hands, masters of the traveler's art When I opened my guitar case, at the end of a beautiful flight I'm sure you can imagine my feelings as I beheld this beautiful sight:
Thank you, Republic Airlines For breaking the neck on my guitar I arrived to do a concert with the Kingston Trio Opened my guitar case with a smile con brio Thank you, Republic Airlines What a joy to the musician you are What a zest you've added to pedestrian skies It was boring to be flying where the wild goose flies But the tedium was broken by your wonderful surprise When you broke the neck on my guitar
Thank you, Republic Airlines For treating my instrument with care There can be no greater happiness for the musician Than to find his instrument in this condition Ho, ho! Republic Airlines In the firmament of travel, you're a star For you treat each piece of baggage like a child of your own When you come across an instrument it drops like a stone May you waken ev'ry morning with a new broken bone Like you broke the neck on my guitar
Now I've been traveling most of my life and the thrill is a long time gone And the sight of another DC-10 just fails to turn me on But I feel my heart start pounding when I get to the baggage claim And when I see how you handled my instrument the thrill is still the same
Thank you, Republic Airlines For splintering the neck on my guitar My guitar case was so strong that nothing could go through it Way to go, Republic! Only you could do it! Crash, bang! Republic Airlines In the field of demolition you'll go far For you took it as a challenge when I turned in my case And you saw the fragile stickers glued all over the place May a team of mad flamenco dancers do to your face What you did to the neck of my guitar
There could be no satisfaction greater than if You should be the next to go the way of Braniff!