Jack be nimble, Jack be quick! ♪ ♪ Jack flash sat on a candlestick ♪ ♪ Cause fire is the devil's only friend. ♪ ♪ Oh, 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 drinkin" whiskey and rye ♪ ♪ And singin", "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. ♪ ♪ 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 ♪ ♪ Why, they caught the last bus 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. ♪ ♪ And 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." ♪ ♪ They were singing, what? ♪ ♪ "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." ♪ [applause] 