I rewrote the song but wrote about how DISCO died. Older folks should understand the references.
A long, long time ago
I can still remember how that disco used to
make me smile
And I knew that if I had my chance
I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while
Melodies of summers falling in love
Do You see black lights high above
Beegees put on a good show
Before you danced did you pop a roll?
Does donna of R&B heal your soul?
Take Me Hand and we'll dance, real slow
Well, I Think that I'm in love with him
Senior year the prom was held in the gym.
We all kicked off our shoes
Cubs stadium, all over the news
We were happy teens who kept on truckin'
All the kids lookin for a fuckin'
But I knew that I was out of luck
The day the music died
I started singing
Bye, bye, Miss American Pie
One by one shattered records
While the fire was dry
Coming down boys and girls started cry
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 record store
Where I'd heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play
Well now, in the streets the rockers screamed
The lovers cried, and the writers dreamed
But not a word was spoken
Tho disco balls all were broken
And the Djs I admire the most
Their sounds gone almost like a ghost.
Took the trains for the clubs on the coast
The day the music died
A long, long time ago
I can still remember how that disco used to
make me smile
And I knew that if I had my chance
I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while
Melodies of summers falling in love
Do You see black lights high above
Beegees put on a good show
Before you danced did you pop a roll?
Does donna of R&B heal your soul?
Take Me Hand and we'll dance, real slow
Well, I Think that I'm in love with him
Senior year the prom was held in the gym.
We all kicked off our shoes
Cubs stadium, all over the news
We were happy teens who kept on truckin'
All the kids lookin for a fuckin'
But I knew that I was out of luck
The day the music died
I started singing
Bye, bye, Miss American Pie
One by one shattered records
While the fire was dry
Coming down boys and girls started cry
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 record store
Where I'd heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play
Well now, in the streets the rockers screamed
The lovers cried, and the writers dreamed
But not a word was spoken
Tho disco balls all were broken
And the Djs I admire the most
Their sounds gone almost like a ghost.
Took the trains for the clubs on the coast
The day the music died


