A long, long time ago
I can still remember
When I wrote this song and made a great big pile
And now some chick with leather pants
Who barely sings and cannot dance
Has made a crappy version disco style
Madonna's cover makes me shiver
My stomach churns I can't forgive her
I don't know if it's dance rap
I'm pretty sure it's bull crap
I punched a door and ran outside
When I heard her sour notes collide
She should be charged with homicide
She made my music die
So why did Madonna k** American Pie?
Well, it's tragic, but my cla**ic has been hung out to dry
She might as well have poked a sharp stick in my eye
She's making all the neighbor dogs cry
She's making all the neighbor dogs cry
So why did Madonna k** American Pie?
Well, it's tragic, but my cla**ic has been hung out to dry
She might as well have poked a sharp stick in my eye
She's making all the neighbor dogs cry
She's making all the neighbor dogs cry
I thought this girl knew how to croon
But she sounds just like two donkeys screwin'
They'll put out any crap these days
And the oldies I admire most
The hip hop stations turned to toast
They steal our songs and then they coast
They make the music die
So bye bye to American Pie
When Madonna k**ed my cla**ic
I just wanted to hide
If Puffy ever takes a shot at Vincent, I'll die
I'll pop a cap in his a** and drive by
Pop a cap in his a** and drive by...
Why did Madonna k** American Pie?
Well, it's tragic, but this cla**ic has been hung out to dry
She might as well have poked a sharp stick in his eye
She's making all the neighbor dogs cry