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.