Bye, bye, Miss American Pie
Don't push heavy to the levee
But the levee was dry
Then good old boys
Are drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day
That I die
This'll be the day
That I die
Now you sang so beautifully
on Babylon
Here's your chance
to redeem yourself
Why don't you try
this chorus with me
And I don't believe
you don't know it
Here we go
Bye, bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
Then good old boys
Are drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day
That I die
Come on
This'll be the day
That I die
One more time
This time I want to see you
wake up
Come on now
Bye, bye
Miss American Pie
Don't push heavy to the levee
But the levee was dry
Then good old boys
Are drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day
That I die
This'll be the day
That I die
A long, long time ago
I can still remember
How that music
used to make me smile
When we used to live here
On that small town
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 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
Them good old boys
They said,
Drinking whiskey and rye
Singing, 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 you believe in love
And 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
I was a lonely teenage punk
And bought with a pink carnation
And a pickup
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died
Here we go
I started singing
Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
Them good old boys
That drinking whiskey and rye
Singing, this'll be the day that I die
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 rolling stone
But that's not how it used to be
Why, 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 I can't
See the king was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
Oh, verdict was returned
And while Lennon read a book on marks
A quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark today
The music died
And we were singing in the dark today
Singing bye-bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing 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 falling fast
Landed foul on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With a jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now the halftime air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh!
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 singing
Bye-bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Oh!
And then 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
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick

Because 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 singing
Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
Them good old boys
Were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll 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
And 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
And I went down to the sacred store
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
Why they caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died
And they were singing
Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
Them good old boys
Were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
They were singing
Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
Them good old boys
Were drinking whiskey and rye
And singing this'll be the day that I die
WTNJ, New York
Thank you very much.
John McClain.
Okay, there'll be more in a minute.
There'll be more in a minute.
He's gonna come back on and burp.
There'll be more in a minute.