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 [bad word] made me shiver
With every paper I delivered,
Bad news on the door step,
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 ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey 'n' rye 
Singin this will be the day that I die.
This will 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. 
And 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
Cuz I saw you dancin' in the gym. 
You both kicked off your shoes 
And I dig those rhythm and blues. 

I was a lonely teenage bronkin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pick up [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 ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey 'n' rye 
Singin this will be the day that I die.
This will 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,
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, 
The quartet practiced in the park 
And we sang dirges in the dark, 
The day, the music, died.
We were singin'

Bye, bye Miss American Pie 
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry 
Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey 'n' rye 
Singin this will be the day that I die.
This will be the day that I die.

Helter Skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and fallin' 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. 

As 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 singin'

Bye, bye Miss American Pie 
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry 
Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey 'n' rye 
Singin this will be the day that I die.
This will be the day that I die.

Oh and there we were all in one place, 
generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.  [bad word] on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick. 
Jack Flash sat on a candle stick 
Because fire is the devils only friend.

Oh and as I watched him on the stage,
My hands were clinched in fists of rage,
No angel born in [bad word] 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 singin'

Bye, bye Miss American Pie 
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry 
Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey 'n' rye 
Singin this will be the day that I die.
This will be the day that I die.

I met a girl who sang the blues 
And I asked her for some happy news
But she