Lyric-al-literation for
American Pie

by Don McLean


Note: In this version of the song, my goal is to make each verse and its accompanying chorus alliterate with the next letter in the alphabet. So, the first verse and refrain alliterate with "A", the second with "B" and so on, up to the last verse and refrain alliterating with "F" (someone else can do a version of "G" to "L":-)

This Looong song is a bit harder than others I've tried, so the lines don't fit quite as well into the metre of the song as they might. Not to worry; just squeeze the extra syllables in, Joni Mitchell-style, and all will be well. Many of the lines are quite a stretch to make the rhymes work out. If you have any improvements to suggest, send 'em in

(Coloured text shows items updated on 1/17/98)

American Pie

--Don McLean

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

(refrain)
So bye-bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
but the levee was dry
And them good ol' boys
were drinkin' wiskey and rye
Singin' "This'll be the day that I die."
"This'll be the day that I die."

An A-to-F Pie

--Stanley Anderson

An ancient age ago
'am able to acertain
how that anthem made me anti-aggrieved
And I acknowledged, ample and fleet,
I'd activate their amblin' feet
And they'd afterwards be 'appy and relieved.

But after autumn made me algid
With all the ads I'd toss to be rid
arrant ads arriving,
Unable to keep a-driving

I asked if tears had avalanched
when allerted to his avianced,
my abyss afflicted with askance,
The afternoon the anthem blanched

(refrain)
So adios all American afters,
Aimed my auto at the grotto,
but the grotto was arid
The association acted
with their ale and their laughter
Alledgin' they'd be 'angin' from the rafters,
They'd be 'angin' from the rafters.

Did you write the book of love
and do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock and roll?
Can music save your mortal soul?
and can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you're in love with him
'cause I saw you dancing in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues

I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
with a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died

(refrain)
I started singin'
bye-bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
but the levee was dry
And them good ol' boys
were drinkin' wiskey and rye
Singin' "This'll be the day that I die."
"This'll be the day that I die."
Did you build the book beloved
and do you believe in the Breath above
If the Bible bids you so?
Is Be-bop your basic belief?
Can Beatles bathe your being, brief?
And can I be the best break-dancer below?

Well, I believe he's your belov'ed all
'Cause you bound beside him at the ball
You both unbuckled your shoes
Boy, I'm bewitched by those backbeats and blues

I was bashful baby broncin' buck
with a beige begonia and a beat-up truck
But I believed I bailed with luck
When Begin the Beguine bought it.

(refrain)
I began brayin'
bye-bye babe with baseball and bread
brought my tank to the embankment
but the bank had been bled
And them benevolent boys
imbibed in booze to be fed
Babblin' "This'll be my burial bed."
"This'll be my burial bed."


Now for ten years, we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin 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

(refrain)
we were singin'
bye-bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
but the levee was dry
And them good ol' boys
were drinkin' wiskey and rye
Singin' "This'll be the day that I die."
"This'll be the day that I die."
For consecutive chapters we've been calm and hip
And cholesterol collects on a circling chip
But you can't claim what became of me
When the court clown crooned for the couple crowned
in a coat copied from the coolest cat around
And a cry that came collectively.

Oh, concurrent with the king cast down
The court clown copped his cusped crown
The courtroom was curtailed.
The conclusion was concealed

And while the communist had a commedian crave
the choir congregated by the grave
And we crooned carnage in a cave
The chance the cantor croaked

(refrain)
we were croonin'
Ciao, Ciao, cute continental cream puff
Charged my Charger to the barge, er,
but the barge was cut off
And them cheerful chaps
had cups of chianti and snuff
chanting "My coffin like a couch will get stuffed."
"My coffin like a couch will get stuffed."



Helter Skelter, in a summer swelter
The Byrds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
It landed foul in the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester in the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance.

'Cause the player tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yeild
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died

(refrain)
we started singin'
bye-bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
but the levee was dry
And them good ol' boys
were drinkin' wiskey and rye
Singin' "This'll be the day that I die."
"This'll be the day that I die."
Disarray in the damp dog days, dense
The ducks darted off with the doomsday defense
distant and, descending down, drastic
It dug in, disgusting in the dichondra
They drove in the defense direction, kinda
With Dylan disabled in the ditch, inelastic.

Now the demi-time demeanor had redolence, pretty,
While drill dudes delivered a drumbeat ditty
We all decided to dance
Oh, but we didn't, due to chance.

They declared their drive to defeat, unslowed
The demonstrators denied the road
Did you decant what was decoded?
The day the drumming died

(refrain)
we started droning
Depart, depart, dear Wash., D.C. dessert
Drove my Dodge down to the lodge
but the lodge was dry dirt
And them dandy dudes
were drinkin' daquiris, inert
Droning "Don't delay the day we desert."
"Don't delay the day we desert."


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

(refrain)
He was singin'
bye-bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
but the levee was dry
And them good ol' boys
were drinkin' wiskey and rye
Singin' "This'll be the day that I die."
"This'll be the day that I die."
Oh, and everyone was entrench-itized
an era existing on the Enterprise
with no epoch to re-engage.
So emerge, Jack be eager, Jack be Errol
Jack Effulgent endured the enlightened Eiffel.
'Cause energy is the Evil's exclusive exchange.

Oh, and as I examined the enemy
My extremities were entangled in enmity
No Erebian encampment
Could erase that Evil's enchantment.

And as the energy erected in the evening's attic
To enlighten the encircling edict, erratic
I envisioned Evil at ease, and ecstatic
The eve the evensong ended

(refrain)
He enacted
End, end, effeminate Eagle's eyre
Embarked my Edsel to the edge-o-hell
but the edge was empty
And them ethical Earls
were emptying each [Eberle]
echoin' "Early on, I'll expire, see?"
"Early on, I'll expire, see?"


I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked for for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
When 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

(refrain)
And they were singin'
bye-bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
but the levee was dry
And them good ol' boys
were drinkin' wiskey and rye
Singin' "This'll be the day that I die."
"This'll be the day that I die."
I found a female who was full of blues
And I frisked her for some friendly news
But, without a frown, she fled from me
I went forth to the friar's front
When I'd found the fiddling, not current
But the fellow said the fiddler wasn't free.

The freeway's filled with infants colic
The firm friends frowned and performers frolicked
No phrases said, in fact, were;
The faithful's knell was fractured

One fewer than four that I admire
The Father, Filius, and the Flames of Fire
They flew the final frequent flier
The phase when the fiddling failed

(refrain)
And they're affirmin'
Farewell, female Federal frill
flew my Ford forth to the fjord
but the fjord was unfilled
And them fellow friends
flung the flask that they swilled
Affirmin' "Finally, they'll find I was killed."
"Finally, they'll find I was killed."



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