http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iMlzfpwJZuc We were singing, "bye-bye, miss american pie." Drove my chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. Them good old boys were drinkiný whiskey and rye And singiný, "thisýll be the day that I die. "thisýll be the day that I die." Helter skelter in a summer swelter. The birds flew off with a fallout shelter, Eight miles high and falling fast. It landed foul on the grass. The players tried for a forward pass, With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.