| A long, long time ago I can still remember how that music used to make me smile |
| And If I knew, I had to grow |
| Maybe I'd spend |
| And maybe they'd be happy for a while. |
| But February made me shiver |
| My niners could not deliver |
| Bad news on the door step, |
| I couldn't take one more step, |
| I can't remember if I cried |
| When my leg snapped going down the slide |
| But something touched me deep inside, |
| The day, the mamba, died. |
| So |
| Bye, bye Miss American Pie |
| Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry |
| Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey 'n' rye |
| Singin this will be the day that I die. |
| This will be the day that I die. |
| Did you bring your baseball glove |
| And do you have faith in God above, |
| If the bible tells you so. |
| I used to believe in the north pole |
| Now worrying bout tds and field goals |
| And can you teach me how to dance real slow? |
| Well I know that you're in love with him |
| Cuz I saw you dancin' in the gym. |
| You both kicked off your shoes |
| And I dig those rhythm and blues. |
| I was a lonely teenage bronkin' 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 singin |
| Bye, bye Miss American Pie |
| Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry |
| Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey 'n' rye |
| Singin this will be the day that I die. |
| This will 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 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 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 ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey 'n' rye |
| Singin this will be the day that I die. |
| This will be the day that I die. |
| Helter Skelter in a 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 the half-time air was sweet perfume |
| While the sergeants played a marching tune. |
| We all got up to dance |
| Oh but we never got the chance. |
| As 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 ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey 'n' rye |
| Singin this will be the day that I die. |
| This will be the day that I die. |
| 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 candle stick |
| Because fire is the devils only friend. |
| Oh and as I watched him on the stage, |
| My hands were clinched 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 ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey 'n' rye |
| Singin this will be the day that I die. |
| This will be the day that I die. |
| 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, the music, died. |
| And they were singin' |
| Bye, bye Miss American Pie |
| Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry |
| Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey 'n' rye |
| Singin this will be the day that I die. |
| This will be the day that I die. |
| They were singin' |
| Bye, bye Miss American Pie |
| Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry |
| Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey 'n' rye |
| Singin' this will be the day that I die. |
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Song parody of American Pie (Part I) by Don McLean
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Submitted on: September 20, 2021
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