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, 
And 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 [bad word]  
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 
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, 
They caught the last train for the coast 
The day the music died. 

And we started singin, 
"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." 

"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." 

We started singin 
We started singin 
We started singin 
We started singin