Bob Rivers American Pie Eulogy
A long, long time ago
I can still remember
When I wrote this song and made a great big pile
And now some chick with leather pants
Who barely sings and cannot dance
Has made a crappy version disco style
Madonna's cover makes me shiver
My stomach churns I can't forgive her
I don't know if it's dance rap
I'm pretty sure it's bull crap
I punched a door and ran outside
When I heard her sour notes collide
She should be charged with homicide
She made my music die
So why did Madonna kill American Pie?
Well, it's tragic, but my classic has been hung out to
dry
She might as well have poked a sharp stick in my eye
She's making all the neighbor dogs cry
She's making all the neighbor dogs cry
So why did Madonna kill American Pie?
Well, it's tragic, but my classic has been hung out to
dry
She might as well have poked a sharp stick in my eye
She's making all the neighbor dogs cry
She's making all the neighbor dogs cry
I thought this girl knew how to croon
But she sounds just like two donkeys screwin'
They'll put out any crap these days
And the oldies I admire most
The hip hop stations turned to toast
They steal our songs and then they coast
They make the music die
So bye bye to American Pie
When Madonna killed my classic
I just wanted to hide
If Puffy ever takes a shot at Vincent, I'll die
I'll pop a cap in his ass and drive by
Pop a cap in his ass and drive by...
Why did Madonna kill American Pie?
Well, it's tragic, but this classic has been hung out
to dry
She might as well have poked a sharp stick in his eye
She's making all the neighbor dogs cry
