Possibly the greatest sing-a-long song of all time:

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
something touched me deep inside the day the music died.

Chorus:
So bye-bye, Miss American Pie
drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
and good old boys were drinking whiskey 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
Ah, 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
dancing in the gym
you both kicked off your shoes when I dig those Rhythm & Blues
I was a lonely teenage broken bug with a pink carnation and a
pick up 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 levy but the levy was dry
and good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
singing this will be the day that I die, this will be the day
that I die
Now for ten years we've been on our own and Moss grows fed on a
Rolling Stone
but that's not how it used to be
When the chester sang for the king and queen in a coat he
borrowed from James Dean
and a voice that came from you and me
And while the king was looking down the chester stole his thorny
crown
the courtroom was adjourned, now verdict was returned
and while Lenin read a book on Marx the court act 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 levy but the levy was dry
and good old boys were drinking whiskey 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 in a
fall-out shelter
eight miles high and falling fast
The land that fowled on the grass, the players tried for a
forward pass
with the chester on the sidelines in a cast
Now the half-time there was sweet perfume while sergeants played
a marching tune
We all got up to dance, but we never got a chance
As the players tried to take the field, the marching band
refused to yeal
Do you recall what was revealed the day the music died

We started singing: Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
and good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
singing this will be the day that I die, this will be the day
that I die.

And then 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
And as I watched him on the stage my hands were clinched 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 right
I saw Satan laughing with delight the day the music died
He was singing: Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
and good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
singing this will be the day that I die, this will 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 levy but the levy was dry
and good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
singing this will be the day that I die, this will be the day
that I die.
Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
and good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
singing this will be the day that I die.