American Pie translated for Election Day 2008

A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How the elections used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That we could make those people dance
And, maybe, theyd be happy for a while.

But November made me shiver
With every paper I'd deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep; (Obama wins)
I couldnt take one more step.

I cant remember if I cried
When I heard McCain speak beside his bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died. (Obama elected President)

So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
Singin, this ll be the day America dies.
This ll be the day America dies.

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 n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that youre in love with The One
`cause I saw you dancin and havin fun.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, you must dig Obama's 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.

I started singin,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
And singin, this is the day America dies.
This is the day America dies.

Now for ten years weve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin stone,
But thats not how it used to be.
When Gingrich sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean (Ronald Reagan)
And a voice that came from you and me,

Oh, and while Bush was looking down,
Obama stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while Obama read a book of marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.

We were singing,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
singin, thisll be the day America dies.
Thisll be the day America dies.

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.
Republicans tried for a forward pass,
With conservatism on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants (Limbaugh, Hannity, Gingrich) played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players (Obama, Pelosi, and Reid) tried to take the field;
The marching band refuses to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?

We started singing,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
And singin, thisll be the day America dies.
Thisll be the day America dies.

Oh, and there we were all the polling place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: Mac be nimble, Mac be quick!
Mac sat down on a candlestick
Cause fire is Obama'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 socialist spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw Obama laughing with delight
The day America died

He was singing,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
And singin, thisll be the day America dies.
Thisll be the day America dies.

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 Republican store
Where I'd heard Reagan's speeches years before,
But the man there said the tapes wouldnt 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 America died.

And they were singing,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
Singin, thisll be the day America dies.
Thisll be the day America dies.

They were singing,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
Singin, thisll be the day America dies.