Myyy myyy, miss Americain pie! Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry and the good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye singing (comment it if u know it)
A LONG, LONG TIME AGO, I CAN STILL REMEMBER HOW THAT MUSIC USED TO MAKETH ME SIMPER; AND I REALISED IF I HAD MINE CHANCE THEN I COULD MAKETH THOSE PEOPLE DANCETH AND PERHAPS THEY WOULD BE CONTENT FOR A BIT; NONETHELESS, FEBRUARY MADE ME SHIVER WITH EVERY GAZETTE I WOULD DELIVERETH, BAD NEWS ON THE DOORSTEP, I COULD NOT TAKETH ONE MORE STEP, I CANNOT REMEMBER WHETHER I CRIED ONCE I HEARD ABOUT HIS WIDOWED BRIDE. NONETHELESS, SOMETHING TOUCHED ME DEEP INSIDE THE DAY THE MUSIC PERISHED