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…
lights Zippo and waves it in the air
But February made me shiver,
with every paper I delivered…
(now don’t sing that crappy Madonna remake in your head…what the hell was she thinking?!?)
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn’t tkae one more step…
(hmmm… what rhymes with step? I know! step!!!)
I can’t remember if I cried…
…when I read about his widowed bride, but…
Something touched me deep inside
…something touched me deep inside,
the day the music died.
So, bye bye Miss American Pie
[Say, this seems familiar… wonder why …]
Drove my Chevy to the levy, but the levy was dry.
This one time, at band camp…
Oh, sorry, wrong American Pie…
Them good ol’ boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin this’ll be the day that I die, this’ll be the day that I die
Wow, that recently, huh? (Gotta work on my search technique. I SWEAR I searched for one before I began.)
Oh well.
Let’s kick this one into gear…
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 and Roll,
can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me,
how to dance real slooow
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, oooooo…
I was a lonely teenaged bronc’n buck
with a pink carnation and a pickup truck
but I knew I was outta luck
the day…
the muuuusic died…
So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, jack jump over the candle stick, cuz fire is the devil’s only friend.
When the jester sang for the king and queen, in a coat he borrowed from James Dean, in a voice that came from you and me . . .
[from devil]
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.