Pasedena Pie Pasedena Pie- The story of Van Halen.. to the tune of AMERICAN PIE. Donated by STEVE. 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 it’s widowed bride  But something touched me deep inside,  the day, Van Halen died.  So...  (Refrain)  Bye bye Pasadena Pie,  Drove his golf cart like an old fart  and he spun a new lie.  Tired of the biz  he got blitz on Schlitz,  singing "This'll be the day my band dies,  This'll be the day my band dies."  (Verse 2)  Dave wrote the book of Crazy From the Heat,  Sadly included your daytime psychology blowfish ramblings  Across his pristine, graffitied street…  And if the old lady tells you so?  Now do you believe in heavy metal?  Can Dave save you from going mental?  And can you teach me how smoking…  Stops your cancer growth?  Well I know you're just like Howard Hughes,  'Cause I saw you golfing with one foot  You both kicked off your shoes  Trying to see if some new germs gre-ew!!  I was a happy fan of the old-time band  Other groups have done it: reunion would be grand!  But poor little Eddie’s brain is jammed...  The day the music died  I started singing...  Bye bye Pasadena Pie,  Drove his golf cart like an old fart  and he spun a new lie.  Tired of the biz  he got blitz on cancer sticks,  singing "This'll be the day that band dies,  This'll be the day that band dies."  Now for fifteen years he’s been on his own  Eat Em Smile, Skyscraper and more!  But that's not how it used to be  As the jester sings for you and me  In spandex he borrowed from a drag queen  And a voice that sings,”from sea to shining sea!!”  Oh, and while the king was driving, lying rumors  The Jester kept his sense of humor  The kingdom was adjourned,  A verdict was returned:  So while Jester Roth, read a book on stocks,  And stayed true to Zappa’s definition of “art”  A Surfboard suspended above the park  As thousands gathered in the dark  The day the music died. We were singing... To email the article you just read above to someone else {click here} .

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