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 drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die;
this'll be the day that I die."
I've got some pride left, but it's plain to see
It's been earmarked for emergency
So what ever happened to your blind faith - did it crumble away
Like me, like me
What goes on in that little toy brain
Who'll sweep out the wreckage, who'll sing the refrain
And after the smoke clears - is there anything left
Did you wash it all away