The Poem

My oh my,
Aunt Kathy's blueberry pie
makes me wanna fly
like Lucy in the Sky
like the Hurricane that broke the levee and took all the rye
all the rye
and all I reciii-iiite, was
that'll be the day that I fly,
that'll be the day that I cry,
you say you're gonna hit me, you know it's a lie,
'cause that'll be the day that I die!

Oh and like I said before
all the men went to war
and landed on the shore
he and his brothers were blown to the core.
She asked, "How many," and I replied, "Four."
She wanted to kill me
but I said, "I'll let you be."
So I went to the court
that looked like an army fort
and when I saw the guns they bore
the guns they bore
all I could reciii-iiite, was
that'll be the day that I fly,
that'll be the day that I cry,
you say you're gonna shoot me, you know it's a lie
'cause that'll be the day that I die!

Helter skelter I made for the shelter
to escape the swelter
of the cameramen undercover
the car hit my shoulder
when I tried to see her
and now as the evening gets colder
I called Chester
he didn't answer
so I called Webster,
the operator said that dead is Webster,
and once I heard this teller
heard this teller
all I could reciii-iiite, was
this'll be the day that I fly,
this'll be the day that I cry,
you say he's dead, well, I know this ain't a lie,
'cause this'll be the day that I die!