And as the planes climbed high into the night, to light the sacrificial rite, I saw Satan laughing with delight…
You guys are so American.
You know, I was all ready to come in here and say “No, no, there’s only ONE ‘long’… there’s TWO 'far’s!!” But no-o-o-o-o-o-o-o… you guys have to be talking about something else…
Carry on…
Guys? American?
[blink]
Girl. Canadian.
Guy. Half-Canadian, eh…
But All-American. 
Sorry, iampunha, but your verse was a bit early, too.
[sub]To pick up…[/sub]
And we were singing…
Bye, bye Miss American pie
drove my Chevy to the levee
but the levee was dry.
Them good ol’ boys was drinkin
whiskey and rye, singing
this’ll be the day that I die…
this’ll be the day that I die…
Well for ten years we’ve been on our own
and moss grows fat on a rolling 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
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 from the book of Marx,
The <something> practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark,
The day
The muuuuuuuu-sic died.
I said god DAMN thats a good song!
quartet
So my my this here Anakin guy
May be Vader some day later
Now he’s just a small fry
He left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Saying soon I’m gonna be a Jedi
Soon I’m gonna be a jedi.
(Now just STOP THAT!) And it’s "the quartet practiced in the park, btw)
Refrain, then:
Helter, skelter, in the summer swelter,
The Byrds flew off with the fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and fallin’ faaast,
in a galaxy far away. Naboo was under an attack,so the council thoght me qui gon jin could talk the federation in to maybe cutting them a little slack.
Their response, it didn’t thrill us, they locked the door and tried to kill us.
… 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 Sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oooh but we never got the chance…
…When 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 were singin’ bye-bye miss american pie
drove my chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
and them good ol’ boys were drinking whiskey and rye
the day the music died…
[sub]As a pointless digression, I was born on the 18th anniversary of said day[/sub]
I love threads/moments like this sniff
You guys are great.
Group hug!
And the Jedi I admire most
Met up with Darth Maul, and now he’s toast
I’m still here, and he’s a ghost
I guess I’ll train this boy . . .
Oh, and there we were all in one place
a generation lost in space
with no left to start again…
His buddy Bubba was a shrimp-lovin’ man
His friend with no legs he called Lieutenant Dan
His girlfriend Jenny was kind of a slut
Went to the White House showed LBJ his butt . . .