A long long time ago,
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile.
And I knew that if I had my chance,
I could make those people prance,
And maybe they'd be tone-deaf for a while.

Did you write the songs I love ?
And do you have faith in God Above,
When I sell songs at the mall ?
Now do you believe in rock' and roll ?
And can music save my mortal soul ?
And can you teach me how to dance at all ?

Well I know that you're in love with her,
Cos I saw you dancing in the shower,
You don't listen to me and Puff Daddy,
Man I wish I could sing like Maddy.

I was a lonely teenage bronkin' buck,
With a pink boob-tube and a friggin' cheap fuck,
But I knew that I was out of luck,
The day my music died.

I started singin'
Bye-bye Miss Porkie 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 she dies,
This'll be the day that she dies."

I met the girl who sang Into The Groove,
And I asked her for a funky move.
She just smiled and bared her ass.
Well, I went down to the sacred store,
Where I'd heard the music years before,
But the man there said my music wouldn't play.

Well now, in the streets the children screamed,
The lovers cried when my video screened,
But not a word was spoken -
The mirrors all were broken.
And the three men who keep me pretty -
My plastic surgeons smooth and witty,
They caught the first train from the city,
The day my music died.

I started singin'
Bye-bye Miss Porkie 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 she dies,
This'll be the day that she dies."

I started singin'
Bye-bye Miss Porkie 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 she dies,
This'll be the day that she dies."

I quit a-singin'
I quit a-singin'
I quit a-singin'
I quit a-singin'

� Josh Deb Barman 2000