This will be the day that I die We started singing Bye bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levy But the levy was dry And good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye The day the music died I started singing

The Boys always spending all their money on love You get high and fuck a bunch of girls And then cry on top of the world I hope you have the time of your life I hope I don't lose it tonight They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it Clone it, own it,

Hell before you naw, rollin' off just right Man, that town is small, boys But you have a ball, boys Homemade alcohol on a Saturday night Y'all boys with that southern drawl, boys Yeah, truck's stuck, who you gon' call? Pretty girl, who you gon' fall for?

Trough all my school days I hated boys Those April fool days Brought me loveless joy I read my Plato Love I thought a sin, But since your kiss I'm reading Miss Glynn! I took one look at you

All that I'm dreaming of That all that I need is love The day that I will find my love Boys like to think they can have it all Well they don't know they're still so small All that they see is live is opportunity Guys like to think they'll get any girl

Oh my god, look at my Roley Too much sauce Look at my squad, like holy moly Look at my squad Nah, come on T, man Not even chatting to these bruddas, man They're boys, man, baby boys Still got Oysters and that Not even oyster perpetuals

I close my eyes and I kiss that frog Each time finding I don't think so, I don't think so It's not like I'm not tryin' The more boys I meet, The more I love my dog This boy here wants to move too fast He sees my future as havin' a past, well That boy

Hey Lolita, hey I know what the boys want, I'm not gonna play Whistle all you want but I'm not gonna say Never was in love, skipping heart beats with the boys downtown Just you and me feelin the heat beatin when the sun goes down Kiss me in the d.a.r.k.

When I party, I party hearty Fun is on my mind Put a smile on your face Leave that bummer behind There's a sister and there's a brother Havin' fun with each other Daddy always hangs up the boys He just wants to party with mother

Baby wants to dance Through every long hot heavy summer And all of them, they talk of national security Over garden fences made to buff the bastard breeze Past the flat footed charterhouse boys From towns where the mothers can't stand The sight of each