Bye-bye miss american pie
Drove a block to that shop with the liquor inside
Singin' "gin and juice", drinkin' whiskey and rye
Thinkin' "this'll be the day that I..."
The night the music died
There were flashes of massive plane and stock crashes
Flower baskets and caskets
Writer(s): Anthony Mcintyre, Ian Koiter, Shadrach Kabango
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