The Video Game Show: Pong Tetris Mortal Kombat Pokemon The Legend of Zelda Mario Bros. Theme Mario Underground Theme Super Mario Theme Mario Water Theme Mario...something...Theme [Mas+detalle]

As the title says, it's just so beautiful. [Mas+detalle]

Videogame Show [Mas+detalle]

GMC Marching Bulldog Band performing at halftime 10/17/08 *In the Rain* The theme this year is songs from video games. Songs are Pinball Wizard, Theme from Halo,Super Mario Brothers, Mortal Kombat ,Legend fo Zelda and Freebird (Guitar Hero) [Mas+detalle]

The Powderpuff Football game of 2008 consisted of a very significant halftime show (sorry no wardrobe malfunctions..) of the buttercups dancing and entertaining to a mix of songs (consisting of "Hey Ya," "What is Love?", "Numa, Numa," "Let Me Clear My Throat," "It's Raining Men," and the Mortal Kombat theme song... As we feared, we were asked to perform live WITHOUT PAY... it was a incredible sacrifice on the group for the better good of society and Project Graduation at PHS.. I hope we didn't offend, confuse, or intimidate anybody with our ostentatious dancing skills.. this was purely entertainment and a means in which to express ourselves artistically. Much Love to our Fans and Enemies.. Don't fear, the Red & Gold are here! [Mas+detalle]

Part 2: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c1wH3pdANYg&fmt=18 Turn It Up!! Jabbawockeez and Super Cr3w battle.... Season 1 and Season 2 SUBSCRIBE.... Rate and Comment! Enjoy! *NOTICE: I DO NOT OWN THESE VIDEOS NEITHER DO I INTEND TO COPYRIGHT INFRINGE. THANK YOU. [Mas+detalle]

Part 1: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BuAoNLq0etI&fmt=18 I had some requests for a sequel to my first Jabbawockeez & Super Cr3w video. So here it is. Jabbawockeez and Super Cr3w (Part 2).... Season 1 and Season 2 SUBSCRIBE :) Rate and Comment! Enjoy! *NOTICE: I DO NOT OWN THESE VIDEOS NEITHER DO I INTEND TO COPYRIGHT INFRINGE. THANK YOU. [Mas+detalle]

Ahhhh..... It is AWESOME!!! This was another varsity basketball game half-time show on February 15th. MORTAL KOMBAT [Mas+detalle]

GMC Marching Bulldog Band performing at halftime 10/23/08 The theme this year is songs from video games. Songs are Pinball Wizard, Theme from Halo,Super Mario Brothers, Mortal Kombat ,Legend fo Zelda and Freebird (Guitar Hero) [Mas+detalle]

This is the Cal band halftime show against Washington State in video games. I did not make of film this. This is the order of the songs: Tetris Mortal Kombat Pokemon Legend of Zelda Super Mario Super Mario (underground) Super Mario World Super Mario (underwater) Super Matio (ending) [Mas+detalle]

READ FIRST!!! I am only comparing these two crews to show a DIFFERENT side of dance styles to people who might not know. That is all. ENJOY! SUBSCRIBE. COMMENT. Two crews: Gambler Crew vs. JabbaWockeeZ. Two Styles: Bboy vs Hip Hop. Artists Featured: Tony Yayo, Michael Jackson, Lil John, Justin Timberlake, Rocky Theme, Hanz Zimmer, Dem Franchize Boyz, Red Pill Clips Featured: Viacom *NOTICE: I DO NOT OWN THESE VIDEOS NEITHER DO I INTEND TO COPYRIGHT INFRINGE. THANK YOU. [Mas+detalle]

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. Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye And 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. Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye And singin', "this'll be the day that I die. "this'll be the day that I die." 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. 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; 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. Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye And 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 sacrificial 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. Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye And 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 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. 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 drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin', "this'll be the day that I die." Lyrics from: http://www.lyrics007.com/Don%20McLean%20Lyrics/American%20Pie%20Lyrics.html [Mas+detalle]

Vary rare remix of American Pie by Don Mclean. Taken from the Australia only release, The 25th Anniversary Album - Killing Us Softly. 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. Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye And 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. Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye And singin', "this'll be the day that I die. "this'll be the day that I die." 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. 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; 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. Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye And 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 sacrificial 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. Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye And 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 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. 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 drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin', "this'll be the day that I die." [Mas+detalle]

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. Soo..Bye, bye miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And good ol' boys were drinking whisky and rye? Singing this will be the day that I die this will 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 Then you can teach me 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 Then I dig those rhythm and blues I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck With a pink carnation and a pickup truck but I knew that 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 good ol' boys were drinking whisky and rye? Singing this will be the day that I die this will be the day that I die Now for 10 years we've been on our own And moss grows fat on a rolling 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 In a voice that came from you and me And while the King was looking down The jester stole his thorny crown The courtroom was adjourned No verdict was returned While Lennon read the book of Marx The quartet kept practice in the park And we sang dirges in the dark The day the music died We were singin' Bye, bye miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And good ol' boys were drinking whisky and rye? Singing this will be the day that I die this will be the day that I die Helter Skelter in a summer swelter The birds flew off with the fallout shelter Eight miles high and falling fast It landed foul on the grass The players tried for a forward pass With the jester on the sidelines in a cast Now the halftime 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 players tried to take the field, 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 good ol' boys were drinking whisky and rye? Singing this will be the day that I die this will be the day that I die 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 candle stick 'Cause fire is the devil's only friend. 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 flames climbed high into the night To light the sacrificial rite I saw satan laughing with delight the day the music died. 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 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 Holy Ghost They caught the last train for the coast The day the music died They were singin' Bye, bye miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And good ol' boys were drinking whisky and rye? Singing this will be the day that I die this will be the day that I die [Mas+detalle]

Click more info for description* Please comment, rate, and subscribe. Thank you! Lyrics are also below- 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. Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye And 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. Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye And singin', "this'll be the day that I die. "this'll be the day that I die." 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. 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; 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. Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye And 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 sacrificial 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. Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye And 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 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. 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 drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin', "this'll be the day that I die." [Mas+detalle]

ich empfehle Soundeffects Don McLean - 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. Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye And 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. Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye And singin', "this'll be the day that I die. "this'll be the day that I die." 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. 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; 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. Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye And 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 sacrificial 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. Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye And 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 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. 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 drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin', "this'll be the day that I die." [Mas+detalle]

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 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 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 Lenin 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' 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 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 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 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 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 [Mas+detalle]

So, bye, bye, Miss American Pie. Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry. An' them good ol' 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? Now 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 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 singing, "Bye, bye, Miss American Pie." Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry. Them good ol' boys were drinking whiskey and rye." Singing, "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 rolling 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, In a voice that came from you and me. Oh, and while the King was looking down, The Jester stol' his thorny crown. The courtroom was adjourned, No verdict was returned. And while Lenin read a book on Marx, The quartet practiced in the park. And we sang dirges in the dark. The day the music died. We were singin', "Bye, bye, Miss American Pie." Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry. Them good ol' boys were drinking whiskey and rye. Singing, "This'll be the day that I die. This'll be the day that I die." Helter skelter in a summer swelter, The birds flew off with a fallout shelter. Eight miles high and fallin' fast. It landed foul 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 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, The marching band refused to yield. Do you recall what was revealed, The day the music died? We started singin' "Bye, bye, Miss American Pie." Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry. Them good ol' boys were drinking whiskey and rye. Singing, "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 sacrificial 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. Them good ol' boys were drinking whiskey and rye. Singing, "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 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. And they were singing, "Bye, bye, Miss American Pie." Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry. Them good ol' boys were drinking whiskey and rye. Singing, "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 ol' boys were drinking whiskey and rye. Singing, "This'll be the day that I die. This'll be the day that I die." [Mas+detalle]

The song American Pie by Don Mclean. Enjoy! I OWN NOTHING! I just put the video together. Lyrics: 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. Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye And 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. Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye And singin', "This'll be the day that I die. "This'll be the day that I die." 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. 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; 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. Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye And 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 sacrificial 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. Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye And 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 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. 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 drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin', "This'll be the day that I die." [Mas+detalle]

and here we are all in one place... 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, theyd be happy for a while. But february made me shiver With every paper Id deliver. Bad news on the doorstep; I couldnt take one more step. I cant 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, "thisll be the day that I die. "thisll 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 youre 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. Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye And singin, "thisll be the day that I die. "thisll be the day that I die." 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 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. Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye And singin, "thisll be the day that I die. "thisll be the day that I die." 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. 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; 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. Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye And singin, "thisll be the day that I die. "thisll 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 devils 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 satans 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 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 that I die. "thisll 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 Id heard the music years before, But the man there said the music 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 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, "thisll be the day that I die. "thisll 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 drinkin whiskey and rye Singin, "thisll be the day that I die." [Mas+detalle]