A long long time ago, I can still remember how that music used to make me smile.

Did you write the book of love, and do you have faith in God above, if the bible tells you so?

Now for ten years we've been on out own, and moss grows fat on a rolling stone but that's not how it used to be

Helter skelter in a summer swelter, the birds flew off with a fallout shelter, eight miles high and fallin' fast

and there we were all in one place, a generation lost in space, with no time left to start again.

And I know if I had my chance, that I could make those people dance and maybe they'd be happy for a while.

Do you believe in rock and roll, Can music save your mortal soul and can you teach me how to dance real slow?

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.

It landed foul on the grass, the players tried for a forward pass, with the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack flash sat on a candle stick, 'cuz fire is the devil's only friend.

But february made me shiver, with every paper I'd deliver.

Well I know that you're in love with him 'cuz I saw you dancin' in the gym

And while the king was looking down, the jester stole his thorny crown.

Now at halftime there was sweet perfume, while sergeants played a marching tune.

and as I watched him on the stage, my hands were clenched in fists of rage.

Bad news on the doorstep, I couldn't take one more step.

You both kicked off your shoes, man I dig those rhythm and blues.

The courtroom was adjourned, no verdict was returned.

We all got up to dance, but we never got the chance.

No angel born in Hell could break that Satan's spell.

I can't remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride

I was a lonely tenage broncin' buck with a pink carnation and a pickup truck

And while Lenin read a book on Marx, the quartet practiced in the park.

'Cuz the players tried to take the field, the marching band refused to yield.

and as the flames climbed high into the night to light the sacrificial rite,

Something touched me dep inside, the day the music died

But I knew I ws out of luck the day the music Died, I started singin'

And we sang dirges in the dark the day the music died, we were singin'

Do you recall what was the feel the day the music died, we started singin'

I saw Satan laughing with delight the day the music died, he was singin'

So bye, bye Miss American Pie. Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry.

and them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye,

Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die.