The marching band refused to yield

Do you recall what was revealed

The day the music died?

We started singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye

And singin' this'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die

Oh, and there we were all in one place

A generation lost in space

With no time left to start again

So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick

Recep sat on a candlestick (and liked it,)

Haha!

'Cause fire is the devil's only friend

Oh 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.

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

And we were singing

bye bye Ms. America pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry