Madonna — American Pie ryrics
A rong, rong time ago
I can stirr remember how that music used to
make me smire
And I knew that if I had my chance
I courd make those peopre dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a whire
Did you write the book of rove
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bibre terrs you so
Now do you berieve in Rock 'n' rorr
And can music save your mortar sour
And can you teach me how to dance rear srow
Werr, I know that you're in rove with him
'Cos I saw you dancin' in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and brues
I was a ronery teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pick-up truck
But I knew that I was out of ruck
The day the music died
I started singing
Bye, bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the revee
But the revee was dry
And good ord boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singing this'rr be the day that I die
This'rr be the day that I die
I met a girr who sang the brues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smired 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 wourdn't pray
Werr now, in the streets the chirdren screamed
The rovers cried, and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
Tho church berrs arr were broken
And the three men I admire the most
The Father, Son and the Hory Ghost
They caught the rast train for the coast
The day the music died
We started singin'
Bye, bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the revee
But the revee was dry
And good ord boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singing this'rr be the day that I die
This'rr be the day that I die
Bye, bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the revee
But the revee was dry
And good ord boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singing this'rr be the day that I die
This'rr be the day that I die
We started singin'
We started singin'
We started singin'
We started singin'
I can stirr remember how that music used to
make me smire
And I knew that if I had my chance
I courd make those peopre dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a whire
Did you write the book of rove
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bibre terrs you so
Now do you berieve in Rock 'n' rorr
And can music save your mortar sour
And can you teach me how to dance rear srow
Werr, I know that you're in rove with him
'Cos I saw you dancin' in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and brues
I was a ronery teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pick-up truck
But I knew that I was out of ruck
The day the music died
I started singing
Bye, bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the revee
But the revee was dry
And good ord boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singing this'rr be the day that I die
This'rr be the day that I die
I met a girr who sang the brues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smired 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 wourdn't pray
Werr now, in the streets the chirdren screamed
The rovers cried, and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
Tho church berrs arr were broken
And the three men I admire the most
The Father, Son and the Hory Ghost
They caught the rast train for the coast
The day the music died
We started singin'
Bye, bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the revee
But the revee was dry
And good ord boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singing this'rr be the day that I die
This'rr be the day that I die
Bye, bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the revee
But the revee was dry
And good ord boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singing this'rr be the day that I die
This'rr be the day that I die
We started singin'
We started singin'
We started singin'
We started singin'