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American Pie

So bye bye, Miss American Pie,
Drove my chevy to the levee but
the levee was dry,

Them good ole' boys were drinkin'
whiskey and rye, singin'
This'll be the day that I die,

This'll be the day that I die.

Did you write the book of love
and do you have faith in God above?
If the Bible tells you so.

Now do you believe in rock and roll
Can music save your mortal soul and
Can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you're in love with him,
Cause I saw you dancing in the gym,
You both kicked off your shoes,

Man I dig those rhythm and blues. oo's
I was a lonely teenage broncin'
buck with a pink carnation

and a pick up truck,
But I knew I was out of luck the day,
the music, died.

I started singing, bye bye,
Miss American Pie,
Drove my chevy to the levee

but the levee was dry,
Them good ole' boys were
drinkin' whiskey and rye, singin'

This'll be the day that I die,
This'll be the day that I die.

Now for ten years we've been on our own,
And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone
But that's not how it used to be.

When the jester sang for the King and Queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And in a voice that came from you and me.

Oh and while the King was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned,

No verdict was returned.
And while Lenin read a book on Marx
The quartet practiced in the park

And we sang dirges in the dark
The day, the music, died.
We were singin'

bye bye, Miss American Pie,
Drove my chevy to the levee
but the levee was dry,

Them good ole' boys were drinkin'
whiskey and rye, singin'
This'll be the day that I die,

This'll be the day that I die.

Helter skelter in the summer swelter,
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter.
Eight miles high and fallin' fast,

It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now that halftime air was sweet perfume,
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance, but we

Never got the chance
Cause the players tried to take the field,
The marching band refused to yield,

Do you recall what was revealed,
The day, the music, died.
We started singin'

bye bye, Miss American Pie,
Drove my chevy to the levee
but the levee was dry,

Them good ole' boys were drinkin'
whiskey and rye, singin'
This'll be the day that I die,

This'll be the day that I die.

And there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space.
With no time left to start again

So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick,
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick.
Cause fire is the devil's only friend.

And as I watched him on the stage my
Hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell,

Could break that Satan's spell
And as the flames climbed
high into the night

To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day, the music, died.

He was singin'

bye bye, Miss American Pie,
Drove my chevy to the levee
but the levee was dry,

Them good ole' boys were
drinkin' whiskey and rye, singin'
This'll be the day that I die,