Help. I can't get Bye Bye American Pie out of my head.

Bye, Bye, American Pie
"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.


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 that I die,
this'll be the day that I die.


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 you're in love with him
'cause I saw you dancin' 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.


I started singin'
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 that I die,
this'll be the day that I die.


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.


We 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' this'll be the day that I die,
this'll be the day that I die.


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


Now the half-time air was sweet perfume,
while the Sergeants played a marching tune
we all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance,
'cause the players tried to take the field
But the marching band refused 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,
and them good old boys were
drinkin' whiskey and rye
singin' this'll be the day that I die,
this'll be the day that I die.


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 sacrifical rite,
I saw Satan laughing with delight
the day the music died.


He was 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' this'll be the day that I die,
this'll be the day that I die.


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 sacred store
where I'd heard the music years before,
but the man there said the music woudn'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.


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' this'll be the day that I die,
this'll be the day that I die.


They were singing bye-bye,
Miss American Pie
drove my chevy to the levee
but the levee was dry,
them good old boys were
drinking whiskey and rye
singin' this'll be the day that I die."
- Song by Don McLean

Originally Posted by Dave 330i

Help. I can't get Bye Bye American Pie out of my head.

At least you are fortunate enough to have something there. Many of us don't.

the name of the song is American Pie

excessive alcohol consumption works wonders for situations like this

Originally Posted by atyclb

the name of the song is American Pie

But the name of the game is "Dave's World"

I know how that goes, Dave. Not too long ago I have Eddie Money's I Wanna Go Back running though my head for about a month.

I Wanna Go Back
Eddie Money
(Byrom/Walker/Chauncey)
-------------------------------

I was listening to the radio
I heard a song reminded me of long ago
Back then I thought that things were never gonna change
It used to be that I never had to feel the pain
I know that things will never be the same now

I wanna go back
And do it all over again
But I can't go back I know
I wanna go back
Cause I'm feeling so much older
But I can't go back I know

I recall hanging out on Friday night
The first slow dance
Hoping that I'll get it right
Back then I thought I'd never ever stand alone
It used to be that a lonely heart was never shown
I know that things will never be the same

I wanna go back
And do it all over again
But I can't go back I know
I wanna go back
Cause I'm feeling so much older
But I can't go back I know

Can't go back

I can't go back

I know now that things will never be the same

I said
I wanna go back
And do it all over again
But I can't go back I know
I wanna go back
Cause I'm feeling so much older
But I can't go back I know

I wanna go back
And do it all over again
But I can't go back I know
I wanna go back
Cause I'm feeling so much older
But I can't go back I know

I wanna go back
And do it all over again
But I can't go back I know
I wanna go back
Cause I'm feeling so much older
But I can't go back I know

No, No
And do it all over...

I knew what song you meant.
We all get that from time to time-just don't have a wife like mine-she'll give you one that's worse.
Try running into a wall as fast as you can-always works for me me me.
I was talking to a guy the other day-and I swear I don't mean to belittle stutterers, but the word was "the" and he couldn't get it out-I just wanted to say the word for him.

Just start humming "It's a Small World"....

Problem solved.

Originally Posted by TD

Just start humming "It's a Small World"....

Problem solved.

NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

8-6-7 5-3-0-9

Originally Posted by Melissa

8-6-7 5-3-0-9

Originally Posted by Jever

Yeah, I really hate it, too.

This thread was listed at the bottom of my screen. I had to go there....

Now I have all these songs stuck in my head.

Originally Posted by tgee

This thread was listed at the bottom of my screen. I had to go there....

Now I have all these songs stuck in my head.

Maybe that will get me off the Russian national anthem.

Originally Posted by Dave 330i

Maybe that will get me off the Russian national anthem.

I was trying to remember what song was stuck in your head again. This must happen to you quite often.

I had this song stuck in my head earlier:

Right Said Fred

I'm Too Sexy Lyrics


I'm Too Sexy
Right Said Fred

I'm too sexy for my love too sexy for my love
Love's going to leave me

I'm too sexy for my shirt too sexy for my shirt
So sexy it hurts
And I'm too sexy for Milan too sexy for Milan
New York and Japan

And I'm too sexy for your party
Too sexy for your party
No way I'm disco dancing

I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I do my little turn on the catwalk

I'm too sexy for my car too sexy for my car
Too sexy by far
And I'm too sexy for my hat
Too sexy for my hat what do you think about that

I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I shake my little touche on the catwalk

I'm too sexy for my too sexy for my too sexy for my

'Cos I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I shake my little touche on the catwalk

I'm too sexy for my cat too sexy for my cat
Poor ***** poor ***** cat
I'm too sexy for my love too sexy for my love
Love's going to leave me

And I'm too sexy for this song

Heard American Pie on the way home on Sirius 14. Its one of my alltime favorites!

And, a bit of trivia - my daughter's friend's grandfather plays guitar on that song!

Here this might help.

I suppose you all know this but the song is about the death of Buddy Holly, Richie Valens and the Big Bopper - 'the day the music died'. All three died in a plane crash in 1959. The song is supposed to be about music from then until about 1970.

Horrible song BTW - and I'm a geezer.

More here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Pie_(song)

http://http://www.amazon.com/gp/musi...158809-0852826

Originally Posted by ctbmw

I knew what song you meant.
We all get that from time to time-just don't have a wife like mine-she'll give you one that's worse.

I was going to suggest "Mellow Yellow" by Donovan. That's right, "Mellow Yellow"

Don't remember the artist, but I've got a great punk cover of American Pie on my Ipod. Whole song, same basic lyrics, sung in half the time.

Frank Zappa's "Stick It Out" off Joe's Garage might do the trich!

Fick mich, du miserabler hurensohn
Fick mich, du miserabler hurensohn
Streck ihn aus
Streck aus deinen heifien gelockten.
Streck ihn aus
Streck aus deinen' heinen gelockten
Streck ihn aus
Streck aus deinen heiften gelockten schwanz
Ah-ee-ahee-ahhhhh!
Mach es sehr schnell
Rein und raus
Magisches Schwein
Mach es sehr schnell
Rein und raus
Magisches Schwein
Bis es spritzt, spritzt, spritzt Feuer!
Bis es spritzt, spritzt, spritzt Feuer!
Aber beklecker nicht das Sofa, Sofa!
Aber beklecker nicht das Sofa, Sofa!
Aber beklecker nicht das Sofa, Sofa!
Aber beklecker nicht das Sofa, Sofa!

Stunned by JOE's command of its native tongue, a gleaming model
XQJ-37 nuclear powered Pan-Sexual Roto-Plooker named SY BORG
(previously thought to be the son of the lady who called the Police on cut
two, side I), spindles over to JOE and says..

SY BORG:
Pick me...I'm clean...
I am also programmed for conversational English.

This stuns JOE, who stands there speechless for a moment. Smitten by
JOE's animal magnetism, SY continues...

SY BORG:
May I have this dance?
And JOE, looking sharp in his housewife costume with the napkin on
his head and the yellow chiffon apron, responds boldly by repeating the
entreaty originally delivered in Deutsch in its conversational English form,
so that his intentions regarding the Appliance will be made perfectly clear...

JOE:
I've got a better idea...
Fcuk me, you ugly son of a b!tch
You ugly son of a b!tch
Fcuk me, you ugly son of a b!tch
Stick it out
Stick out yer hot curly weenie
Stick it out
Stick out yer hot curly weenie
Stick it out
Stick out yer hot curly weenie
Weenie.. .weenie, weenie, weenie!
Make it go fast
In and out,
Magical Pig
Make it go fast
In and out,
Magical Pig
Till it squirts, squirts, squirts, squirts
Fire
Till it squirts, squirts, squirts, squirts
Fire
Don't get no jizz upon that sofa, sofa
Don't get no jizz upon that sofa, sofa
Don't get no jizz upon that sofa, sofa
Don't get no jizz upon that sofa, sofa

Whereupon, in order to prove to JOE that he is no ordinary Appliance,
SY quotes a few lines of traditional American Love Poetry...

SY BORG:
What s a girl like you
Doing in a place like this?
Do you come here often?
Wail a minute...
I ve got it...
You're an Italian...
What?
You're Jewish?
Lore your nails..
Yon must be a Libra....
Your place or mine?
Your place or mine?
Your place or mine?
Your place or mine.
See the chrome
Feel the chrome
Touch the chrome
Heal the chrome
See the screaming
Hot black steaming
Iridescent naugahyde python screaming
Steam Roller!

Originally Posted by mtbscott

Don't remember the artist, but I've got a great punk cover of American Pie on my Ipod. Whole song, same basic lyrics, sung in half the time.

http://deethings.********/library/aud...ac8ecbe2b.html

Originally Posted by Thehammocklife

http://deethings.********/library/aud...ac8ecbe2b.html

Not the same one, I'll try to track down the artist tonite. Wow, that means there's two punk covers of Dave's favorite song.

Originally Posted by ffej

Frank Zappa's "Stick It Out" off Joe's Garage might do the trich!

Dammit! Now I've got that song stuck in MY head