Tell me, Don McLean's "American Pie" just started?

Question

will you be singing along?

If not, why not?

I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation, and a pickup truck.
But I knew I was out of luck.

The day the something somthing...;o)

Answer 1

I'm gettin in my chevy and driving to the levee right now!

Answer 2

Oh course I will! Best song ever!

A 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 february made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
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.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll 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?
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
`cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
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 old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll 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 of marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.

We were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling 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!
`cause 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 singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ 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!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
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

He was singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.

And they were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

They were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die."

Answer 3

Yes! that is one of my fav songs!'

♫Bye bye, miss american pie. drove my chevy to the levy but the levy was dry. and good ol' boy are drinking wiskey and rye. singing this'll be the day that i die. this'll be the day that i die. I met a girl who sang the blues. and i asked her for some happy news, but she just smiled and turned away. i went down to the sacred store, where i'd heard the music years before, but the man there said the music wouldnt play......♪

Answer 4

OMG!!!!! I hate that song. There is just something about that song that, that, well...... YULK!! I think he actually says bye bye miss american pie like 50,000 times in it. LOL. So... no I will not be singing along I may even throw my radio out the window. LOL

Answer 5

"it is not adequate for basically some human beings to prosper. For alongside our regular individualism, there is yet another factor in the yank saga, a theory that we are all related as one human beings." [Obama] "it extremely is for this reason mandatory that the guy could come to realize that his very own ego is of no value in comparison to the existence of his us of a; that the situation of the guy ego is conditioned fullyyt by utilizing the pursuits of the rustic as an entire ... that above each and all the team spirit of a rustic's spirit and could are worth way greater desirable than the liberty of the spirit and could of a guy or woman. .... This attitude, which subordinates the pursuits of the ego to the conservation of the community, is relatively the 1st premise for each relatively human subculture .... we understand basically the guy's means to make sacrifices for the community, for his fellow guy." [Adolph Hitler, 1933] there is the great, silent, non-end conflict: the conflict between the State and the guy; between the State which demands and the guy who tries to ward off such demands. because of fact the guy, left to himself, till he be a saint or hero, continuously refuses to pay taxes, obey rules, or pass to conflict. [Benito Mussolini] "All our lives we fought against exalting the guy, against the elevation of the only guy or woman, and till now we've been over and performed with the corporate of a hero, and here it comes up returned: the glorification of one character. it is not good in any respect." [Vladimir Lenin, as quoted in no longer by utilizing Politics by myself]

Answer 6

Well I don't know the words to the song but if you're willing to teach me the words then I will gladly sing along.

Answer 7

Bye bye miss america pie drove my chevy to the levy but the levy was dry

Answer 8

sing along yes.

And the three men I admire most, the father son and holy ghost, they caught the last train for the coast, the day the music died.

Why was it not "they caught the last plane for the coast"?

Answer 9

This is a favorite of mine.....I will join in and I know every single word of the entire song....with decades of memories to go with the tune.

Answer 10

Them good ol' boys were drinking whisky and rye,
singing this will be the day that I die....

love the song..