American Pie lyrics
Songwriters: Don Mc Lean
A long, long time ago
I can still remember how that muziki 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 zaidi step
I can't remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside the siku the muziki died
So bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
imba this'll be the siku that I die, this'll be the siku that I die
Did wewe write the book of upendo and do wewe have faith in God above
If the Bible tells wewe so?
Now do wewe believe in rock and roll? Can muziki save your mortal soul?
And can wewe teach me how to dance real slow?
Well, I know that you're in upendo with him
'Cause I saw wewe dancing in the gym
wewe both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage bronc'n' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The siku the muziki died
So bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
imba this'll be the siku that I die, this'll be the siku that I die
Now, 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 kanzu, koti he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from wewe and me
Oh, and while the king was looking down
The jester aliiba his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lennon read a book on Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The siku the muziki died
So bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
imba this'll be the siku that I die, this'll be the siku that I die
Helter skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
Landed foul on the grass
The players tried for a mbele 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
Oh, but we never got the chance
'Cause the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield
Do wewe recall what was revealed
The siku the muziki died?
We started imba bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
And imba this'll be the siku that I die, this'll be the siku 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 moto 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 siku the muziki died
He was imba bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
And imba this'll be the siku that I die, this'll be the siku 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 muziki years before
But the man there alisema the muziki 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 siku the muziki died
And they were imba bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
imba this'll be the siku that I die, this'll be the siku 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 drinking whiskey and rye
imba this'll be the siku that I die
Songwriters: Don Mc Lean
A long, long time ago
I can still remember how that muziki 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 zaidi step
I can't remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside the siku the muziki died
So bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
imba this'll be the siku that I die, this'll be the siku that I die
Did wewe write the book of upendo and do wewe have faith in God above
If the Bible tells wewe so?
Now do wewe believe in rock and roll? Can muziki save your mortal soul?
And can wewe teach me how to dance real slow?
Well, I know that you're in upendo with him
'Cause I saw wewe dancing in the gym
wewe both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage bronc'n' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The siku the muziki died
So bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
imba this'll be the siku that I die, this'll be the siku that I die
Now, 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 kanzu, koti he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from wewe and me
Oh, and while the king was looking down
The jester aliiba his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lennon read a book on Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The siku the muziki died
So bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
imba this'll be the siku that I die, this'll be the siku that I die
Helter skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
Landed foul on the grass
The players tried for a mbele 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
Oh, but we never got the chance
'Cause the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield
Do wewe recall what was revealed
The siku the muziki died?
We started imba bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
And imba this'll be the siku that I die, this'll be the siku 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 moto 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 siku the muziki died
He was imba bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
And imba this'll be the siku that I die, this'll be the siku 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 muziki years before
But the man there alisema the muziki 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 siku the muziki died
And they were imba bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
imba this'll be the siku that I die, this'll be the siku 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 drinking whiskey and rye
imba this'll be the siku that I die
