to the melody of Don Mclean's 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 frisbees dance
And get a birdie once in a while
But February made me shiver
With every GLOW putt 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 that Danger‘s ears were fried
But something touched me deep inside
**The day the music died**
So
[Chorus]
Bye, bye disc golf music guy
Drove my Brownie to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey n Rye
Singin' this'll be the day Frisbees fly
This'll be the day that Frisbees fly
Did you write the book of rules
And are you one of Tanks’ card full of fools,
If the forum tells you so?
Now do you believe in rock and roll?
Can music save your backhand rolll?
And can you teach me how to thumber real slow?
Well, I know that you're in love with flight
Cause I saw you flingin in winter’s night
You both kicked on the tunes
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a retard PC golfin buck
With a pink Destroyer and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died
I started singin'
[Chorus]
Helter skelter in a summer swelter
The discs flew off to a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
It landed OB on the grass
The players tried for a birdie putt
With no tunes playin, a pain in the butt
Now the tee bench air was sweet perfume
While sergeants played a tech 9 tune
We all got up to toss
Oh, but the music it was lost
Cause when Danger tried shut it down
Some said hey who is this clown?
Do you recall how we all frowned
The day the music died?
We started singin'
[Chorus]
Oh, and there we were all in one place
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again
So Jack Lowe be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Lowe sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil's only friend
And we played on the beloved course
with no tunes and no tunage source
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 singin'
[Chorus]
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 hole
Where I'd heard the music both loud and low
But the Danger said the music shouldn’t play
And in the parks the golfers screamed
The putters cried, and the drivers dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three golfers I admire most-
Climo, McCabe, and the Arturro-
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died
