BYE BYE HIGH OCTANE AMERICAN GUY

BYE BYE HIGH OCTANE AMERICAN GUY
(Bye Bye Miss American Pie, Don Maclean)
WilliamBanzai7

A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How Detroit's muscle cars used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had a chance
That I would fall for good old horse powered romance
And, maybe, I'd be happy for a while.

But gas prices made me shiver
With every 4 1/2 dollar gallon I would quiver.
More bad news at the pump;
I couldn't take no more gas guzzling junk.

I can't remember if I cried
When I read about it's last good bye,
But something touched me deep inside
The day General Motors laid down and died.

So bye-bye, high octane American guy.
Drove my Chevy to the bailout levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old gas guzzling boys were drinkin premium unleaded 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 inconvenient petrol love,
And are you afraid of CO2 above,
If Al Gore tells you so?
Do you believe in global warming rock 'n roll,
Can OPEC's music save our immortal souls,
And can you teach us how to consume real slow?

Well, I know that you're in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin in the inconvenient gym.
You both kicked off your high heeled political shoes.
Man, I dig those high octane rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage broncing buck
With a pink Corvette and a GMC Jimmy pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the cheap oil music died.

I started singin,
bye-bye, high octane American guy.
Drove my Chevy to the bailout levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old gas guzzling boys were drinkin premium unleaded and rye
Singin, "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."