♪ 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. ♪ ♪ 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? ♪ ♪ Now, 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 and 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 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 old boys were drinkin" whiskey and rye ♪ ♪ Singin", "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 rollin" 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 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, ♪ ♪ A quartet practiced in the park, ♪ ♪ And we sang dirges in the dark ♪ ♪ The day the music died. ♪ ♪ We were singing, ♪ ♪ "Bye-bye, Miss American Pie" ♪ ♪ Drove my Chevy to the levee ♪ ♪ But the levee was dry. ♪ ♪ Them good old boys were drinkin" whiskey and rye ♪ ♪ And singin", "This'll be the day that I die. ♪ ♪ "This'll be the day that I die." ♪ ♪ Helter skelter in a summer swelter. ♪ ♪ The birds flew off with a fallout shelter ♪ ♪ Eight miles high and falling 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! ♪ ♪ '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 drinkin" whiskey and rye ♪ ♪ And singin", "This'll be the day that I die ♪ ♪ "This'll 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: 