American Pie lyrics
Songwriters: Don Mc Lean
A long, long time ago
I can still remember how that musique 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 plus step
I can't remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside the jour the musique 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
chant this'll be the jour that I die, this'll be the jour that I die
Did toi write the book of l’amour and do toi have faith in God above
If the Bible tells toi so?
Now do toi believe in rock and roll? Can musique save your mortal soul?
And can toi teach me how to dance real slow?
Well, I know that you're in l’amour with him
'Cause I saw toi dancing in the gym
toi both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage bronc'n' buck
With a rose carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The jour the musique 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
chant this'll be the jour that I die, this'll be the jour 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 manteau he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from toi and me
Oh, and while the king was looking down
The jester a volé, étole 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 jour the musique 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
chant this'll be the jour that I die, this'll be the jour 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 vers l'avant, vers l’avant 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 toi recall what was revealed
The jour the musique died?
We started chant 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 chant this'll be the jour that I die, this'll be the jour 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 feu 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 jour the musique died
He was chant 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 chant this'll be the jour that I die, this'll be the jour 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 musique years before
But the man there a dit the musique wouldn't play
And in the streets the children screamed
The amoureux 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 jour the musique died
And they were chant 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
chant this'll be the jour that I die, this'll be the jour 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
chant this'll be the jour that I die
Songwriters: Don Mc Lean
A long, long time ago
I can still remember how that musique 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 plus step
I can't remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside the jour the musique 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
chant this'll be the jour that I die, this'll be the jour that I die
Did toi write the book of l’amour and do toi have faith in God above
If the Bible tells toi so?
Now do toi believe in rock and roll? Can musique save your mortal soul?
And can toi teach me how to dance real slow?
Well, I know that you're in l’amour with him
'Cause I saw toi dancing in the gym
toi both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage bronc'n' buck
With a rose carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The jour the musique 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
chant this'll be the jour that I die, this'll be the jour 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 manteau he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from toi and me
Oh, and while the king was looking down
The jester a volé, étole 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 jour the musique 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
chant this'll be the jour that I die, this'll be the jour 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 vers l'avant, vers l’avant 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 toi recall what was revealed
The jour the musique died?
We started chant 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 chant this'll be the jour that I die, this'll be the jour 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 feu 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 jour the musique died
He was chant 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 chant this'll be the jour that I die, this'll be the jour 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 musique years before
But the man there a dit the musique wouldn't play
And in the streets the children screamed
The amoureux 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 jour the musique died
And they were chant 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
chant this'll be the jour that I die, this'll be the jour 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
chant this'll be the jour that I die
I'm drinkin' a soy latte
I get a double shoté
It goes right through my body
And toi know I'm satisfied
I drive my Mini Cooper
And I'm feeling super-duper
Yo they tell me I'm a trooper
And toi know I'm satisfied
I do yoga and pilates
And the room is full of hotties
So I'm checking out their bodies
And toi know I'm satisfied
I'm diggin' on the isotope
This metaphysics shit is dope
And if all this can give me hope
toi know I'm satisfied
I got a lawyer and a manager
An agent and a chef
Three nannies, an assistant
And a driver and a jet
A trainer and a butler
And a bodyguard ou five
A gardener and a stylist
Do toi think I'm satisfied?
I'd like to express my extreme point-of-view
I'm not a Christian and I'm not a Jew
I'm just living out the American dream
And I just realized that nothing is what it seems
I get a double shoté
It goes right through my body
And toi know I'm satisfied
I drive my Mini Cooper
And I'm feeling super-duper
Yo they tell me I'm a trooper
And toi know I'm satisfied
I do yoga and pilates
And the room is full of hotties
So I'm checking out their bodies
And toi know I'm satisfied
I'm diggin' on the isotope
This metaphysics shit is dope
And if all this can give me hope
toi know I'm satisfied
I got a lawyer and a manager
An agent and a chef
Three nannies, an assistant
And a driver and a jet
A trainer and a butler
And a bodyguard ou five
A gardener and a stylist
Do toi think I'm satisfied?
I'd like to express my extreme point-of-view
I'm not a Christian and I'm not a Jew
I'm just living out the American dream
And I just realized that nothing is what it seems
how they feel, ou what they say
your're everything, i ever knew
i always wanted, baby
i've been warned, so many times
they tell me i've ignored the signs
but nobody knows toi like i do
the only one for me is you
getting tierd, of hearing that
you're dangerous, but they wont stop
until i leave, they wont belive
that being with toi wont break my heart
so worried 'bout, the road ahead
they can't see that, your my best friend
there never gonna take me from you
there's nothing they can do
how can i walk away
when the feeling's so strong
i know you're where i belong
they say i let my cœur, coeur
make up my mind
that's why i'll never say goodbye
i can't stop, can't fight, can't resist it
when the wrong one loves toi right
(oh-oh-oh-oh-yeah)
can't run-can't hide-can't say no
when the wrong one loves toi right
(oh-oh-oh-oh)
when the wrong one loves toi right
My lonely days are over
And life is like a song
Ohh yeah yeah
At last
The skies above are blue
My cœur, coeur was wrapped up in clover
The night I looked at you
I found a dream, that I could speak to
A dream that I can call my own
I found a thrill to press my cheek to
A thrill that I have never known
Ohh yeah yeah
toi smile, toi smile
Oh and then the spell was cast
And here we are in heaven
For toi are mine at last
I found a dream, that I could speak to
A dream that I can call my own
I found a thrill to press my cheek to
A thrill that I have never known
Ohh yeah yeah
toi smile, toi smile
Oh and then the spell was cast
And here we are in heaven
For toi are mine at last
At last... at last