A long long time ago,
I can still remember,
how the music used to make me smile,
and I knew if I had my chance,
I could make those people dance,
and maybe they'd be happy for a while,
But february made me shiver,
with every paper I delivered.
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,
something touched me deep inside            (wehay!!!!!)
the day,
the muuuuuusic
died.
So...

[Chorus]
 bye bye, miss american pie,
drove my chevy to the levy, but the levy was dry,
and good boys 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.
Do you belive in rock and roll,
can music save your mortal soul,
and can you teach me how to dance real (and I mean real) slow,
well I know that you're in love with him,
cos I saw you danceing in the gym,
you both kicked off you shoes,
man I dig those rhythm and blues,
I'm a lonley teenage bronking buck,
with a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
but I knew I was out of luck,
the day the music died
I started singing.....

[Chorus]

Now for ten years we've been on on our own,
and moss grows fat on a rolling stone,
but that's not how it used to be.
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.
And while the king was looking down,
the jester stole his thorny crown,
and the courtroom was adjurned.
No verdict was returned.
When Lennon read a book on Marx,
the quartet praticed in the park,
and we sang dirges in the dark,
the day, the music died
We started singing....

[Chorus]

Helter skelter in a summer swelter,
The birds flew off with a fall out shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast,
it landed out on the grass,
The players tried for a forward pass
oh the halftime air was sweet perfume,
The sargents played a marching tune,
We all got up to dance,
but we never got the chance,
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 were singing...

( CHORUS)

now there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again
oh jack be nimble jack be quick
jack flash sat on a candle stick
cos fire is the devils only friend
As i watched him on the stage
my hands were clenched in fists of rage
no angel born of hell
could break this satans spell
As the plane climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw satan laughing in delight
The day the music died
We started singing...

(CHORUS)

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 heard the music  years before
but he man there said the music wouldn't play
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
They were singing...

(CHORUS)




See you next time!!!!!!!!!

And yes, I am bored.