| Song | American Pie |
| Artist | The King's Singers |
| Album | Good Vibrations |
| A long, long time ago, I can still remember | |
| How that music 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 more step | |
| I can't remember if I cried | |
| When I read about his widowed bride | |
| But something touched me deep inside | |
| The day the music died | |
| So 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 | |
| Singing, ‽This'll be the day that I die†| |
| ‽This'll be the day 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 coat he borrowed from James Dean | |
| And a voice that came from you and me | |
| 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 | |
| And we 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 | |
| Singing, ‽This'll be the day that I die | |
| This'll be the day 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 fire 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 day the music died | |
| And he was 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 | |
| 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 sacred store | |
| Where I'd heard the music years before | |
| But the man there said the music 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 day the music died | |
| And 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 | |
| Singing, â€This'll be the day that I die | |
| This'll be the day that I die†| |
| 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 | |
| Singing, ‽This'll be the day that I die | |
| This'll be the day that I die†| |
| Singing, ‽This'll be the day that I die†|
| A long, long time ago, I can still remember | |
| How that music 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 more step | |
| I can' t remember if I cried | |
| When I read about his widowed bride | |
| But something touched me deep inside | |
| The day the music died | |
| So byebye, Miss American Pie | |
| Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry | |
| Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye | |
| Singing, This' ll be the day that I die | |
| This' ll be the day 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 coat he borrowed from James Dean | |
| And a voice that came from you and me | |
| 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 | |
| And we were singing, Byebye, Miss American Pie | |
| Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry | |
| Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye | |
| Singing, This' ll be the day that I die | |
| This' ll be the day 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 fire 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 day the music died | |
| And he was singing, Byebye, Miss American Pie | |
| Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry | |
| Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye | |
| 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 sacred store | |
| Where I' d heard the music years before | |
| But the man there said the music 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 day the music died | |
| And They were singing, Byebye, Miss American Pie | |
| Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry | |
| Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye | |
| Singing, This' ll be the day that I die | |
| This' ll be the day that I die | |
| Byebye, Miss American Pie | |
| Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry | |
| Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye | |
| Singing, This' ll be the day that I die | |
| This' ll be the day that I die | |
| Singing, This' ll be the day that I die |