Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack sat on a candle stick, cause fire is the devil's only friend.

The Byrds flew off the fallout shelter, eight miles high and falling fast.

The kids today all seem to think they should be stars, but I wasn't brought up that way.

Hills of forest green where the mountains touch the sky, a dream come true, I'll live there til I die.

As you can imagine, over the years I have been asked many times to discuss and explain my song "American Pie." I have never discussed the lyrics, but have admitted to the Holly reference in the opening stanzas. You will find many interpretations of my lyrics but none of them by me. You will find many “interpretations” of my lyrics but none of them by me. Isn’t this fun? Sorry to leave you all on your own like this but long ago I realized that songwriters should make their statements and move on, maintaining a dignified silence.

In the streets the children screamed. The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed

Devoid of all romance, the music plays and everyone must dance. I'm bowing out.