Long, long time agoI can still remember how that music used to make me smileAnd I knew if I had my chanceThat I could make those people danceMaybe they'd be happy for a whileBut February made me shiverWith every paper I'd deliverBad news on the doorstepI couldn't take one more stepI can't remember if I criedWhen I read about his widowed brideBut something touched me deep inside the dayThe musicThe musicDiedSo bye-bye, Miss American PieDrove my Chevy to the leveeBut the levee was dryThem good old boysWere drinking whiskey and ryeSinging this will be the dayThat I dieSo be the day that I dieDid you write the book of love?Do you have faith in God above?If the Bible tells you soNow do you believe in rock and roll?Can music save your mortal soul?And can you teach me how to danceReal slow?Well, I know that you're in love with himCause I saw you dancing in the gymYou both kicked off your shoesI dig those rhythm and bluesI was a lonely teenage broncan bugWith a pink carnation and a pickup truckBut I knew I was a lonely teenI loved the dayThe music diedLet's sing it togetherHere we goWe were singingBye-bye, Miss American PieDrove my Chevy to the leveeBut the levee was dryThem good old boysWere drinking whiskey and ryeSinging this will be the day that I dieThis will be the day that I dieOh, and there we wereAll in one placeA generation lost in spaceWith no time left to start againSo come on, Jack, be nimbleJack, be quickJack Flash sat on his candlestickFire is the devil's only friendOh, and as I watched him on the stageMyhands were clenched in fists of rainNo angel born in hellCould break that Satan's spellAs the flames climbed high into the nightTo light the sacrificial riteI saw Satan laughing with delightThe day the music diedHe was singingBye-bye, Miss American PieDrove my Chevy to the leveeBut the levee was dryThem good old boysWere drinking whiskey and ryeSinging this will be the day that I dieThis will be the day that I dieEverybody, we were singingBye-bye, Miss American PieDrove my Chevy to the leveeBut the levee was dryBut the levee was dryThem good old boysAre drinking whiskey and ryeSinging this'll be the dayThat I dieYeah!Yes, sir!That's one of the neat things.