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" American Pie "
Don McLean

A long long time ago,
I can still remember how, that music
Used to make me smile,
And I knew if I had my chance,
That I could make those people dance,
And maybe they'd be happy for a while.
But February made me shiver,
With every paper I'd deliver,
Bad news on the doorstep,
I couldn't take one more step.
I can't remember if I cried,
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside,
The day
The music
Died.
So Bye-bye, Miss American Pie,
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry,
And them good old 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,
Do you believe in Rock 'N 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 dancin' in the gym,
You both kicked off your shoes,
Man, I dig those Rhythm & Blues,
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck,
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck,
The music died.
I started singin',
Bye-bye, Miss American Pie,
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 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 Lennon read a book of Marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark,
We were singing
Helter Skelter in a summer swelter,
The Byrds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast,
It landed foul out on the grass,
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast,
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume,
While the Sergeants played a marching tune,
We all got up to dance,
O-ooh!, 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?,
We started singing
Oo-oh!, 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,
Oh!, 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 sacrifical rite,
I saw Satan laughing with delight,
He was singing
I met a girl who sang the Blues,
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away,
I went down to the sacred store,
Where I'd heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn't play,
And in the streets the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed,
But not a word was spoken,
The church bells all were broken,
And the three men I admire most,
The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast,
The day
And they were singing
They were singing
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye,
Singin' this'll be the day that I die.
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