Complete AMERICAN PIE oil-spill parody

[Jeffersons Ghost]

A long, long time ago...
Can you still remember?
How fuel prices made you smile.
And our sea was pretty clean
A little blue, a little green
And, wild-life seemed happy for a while.

But Exxon/ Mobile gave us pause
With every spill they‘d break some laws.
Bad news on the beaches;
and water not fit for leaches.

I can’t remember if they lied
When I read about their deadly pride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day Alaska died.

So bye-bye, miss petroleum pie.
Drove my Chevy to the dealer,
And the dealer didn‘t cry.
He, like other good old boys was selling stocks high
Singin‘, "this’ll be the day oil futures die.
"this’ll be the day gasoline uses die."

Did you write your congressman,
And did he make a better plan,
If Nebraska tells you so?
Did he mention gasohol
or Model Ts that didn’t stall,
And did he teach you how he lies real slow?

Well, I know that you?re in love with him
`cause I saw you voting in the gym.
You both made the news.
But now who‘s getting the screws.

I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With a 454 in a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day gas price-wars died.

I started singin’
bye-bye, miss petroleum pie.
Drove my Chevy to the dealer,
And the dealer didn‘t cry.
He, like other good old boys was selling stocks high
Singin‘, "this’ll be the day oil futures die.
"this’ll be the day gasoline uses die."

Now for ten years we’ve been on our ass
Because of the high price of gas,
But that’s not how it used to be.
When W sang for the king and queen,
with bin Ladin, it made a scene
those jets, he claimed came from you and me,

Oh, and while the towers came tumbling’ down,
Bush stole oil all around
The court was never quite convened;
profits were obscene.
And while lemons were made in Detroit
China decided to exploit,
a quarter of the working class,
And we sat feebly on our ass
The day our economy died.

"bye-bye, miss petroleum pie."
Drove my chevy to the dealer,
And the dealer didn‘t cry.
He, like other good ole boys, was selling stocks high
Singin‘, "this’ll be the day oil futures die.
"this’ll be the day gasoline uses die."

"bye-bye, miss petroleum pie."
Drove my chevy to the dealer,
And the dealer didn‘t cry.
He, like other good ole boys, was selling stocks high
Singin‘, "this’ll be the day oil futures die.
"this’ll be the day gasoline uses die."

Down deep near an underwater hill
BP had an oil spill and no one did a thing,
Eight miles deep and spewing fast.
As we all still sit on our ass.
Players sent their golf balls last,
With bin Ladin on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the Gulf Breeze air smells like turpentine
And BP won’t spend one thin dime
We’ll all get up to yell,
till BP tells us go to Hell!
`cause Tiger wants to leave the news;
Not Woods, it’s Exxons' tiger blues
Do you recall what was revealed
The day of the oil crime?

We forgot gasahol,
and started signin‘.


"bye-bye, miss petroleum pie."
Drove my chevy to the dealer,
And the dealer didn‘t cry.
He, like other good ole boys, was selling stocks high
Singin‘, "this’ll be the day oil futures die.
"this’ll be the day gasoline uses die."

Oh, and we‘re headin‘ for a place,
with greenhouse Hell from outer space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: BP be nimble, BP be quick!
Cause’ we’re all getting sick
of BP‘s lying trend.
BP is Exxons’ only friend

Oh, as I watched Obama on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No more stupid Tiger news
Could break our oil-lusting views
And as oil spews out into the seas
Birds aren‘t where they want to be,
I saw Dubai buying our trees
The day the tourist season died

Dubia’s singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove your chevy to our levee,
But the levee was dry.
We good old boys are thinking’ you gotta be high
And singin‘, "this?ll be the day that you die.
"this’ll be the day that infidels die."

I met a girl who wore dress blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just died and burned away.
I went down to Afghanistan
What just happened in Pakistan?
Did the man there said bin Ladin couldn‘t stay?

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The mothers cried and big-business reamed.
But not a word was written;
The writers were all smitten.
And the three folks I admire most:
You, me and Jeffersons Ghost,
Let's cancel train tickets for the coast
The day the US died.

bye-bye, miss petroleum pie.
Drove my Chevy to the dealer,
And the dealer didn‘t cry.
He, like other good old boys was selling stocks high
Singin‘, "this’ll be the day oil futures die.
"this’ll be the day gasoline uses die."

[Jeffersons Ghost]

1. I hope this one hurries up onto the greatest page , so I can hide its earlier draft w/ 8 votes

[midnight]

2. Thanks for the new words to this important American song. You did a great

job depicting the horror of this bad news....

[Jeffersons Ghost]

5. thanks for the kicks and recs. Now, I can commit this to the greatest page

[Oldtimeralso]

3. K & R and proud to help n/t

[Jeffersons Ghost]

6. thanks for the help. more kicks would be nice. I spent half a day on this

[Jeffersons Ghost]

4. now, this is the only version posted. i hid the first draft version