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 Kiwi's dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while
But March 2022 made me shiver With every newspaper I delivered Bad news on the doorstep I couldn't take one more step
I can't remember if I cried When I read about how Ardern lied Something touched me deep inside The day New Zealand died, So
Bye, bye Miss New Zealand Pie Drove my Hilux to the river but the river was dry And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singin' this'll be the day that we die This'll be the day that we die
Did you write the book of love Or is the communist manifesto in your glove Do you hate the Bible so? Do you believe in rock and roll? Can music save your mortal soul? Or are you so far gone that you just don't know?
Well, I know you are in love with yourself
'Cause I saw you dancin' with the press
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, they dig those fascist blues
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck With a pink carnation and a Hilux truck But I knew Ardern had F#&cked it up The day the music died I started singin'
Bye, bye Miss New Zealand Pie
Drove my Hilux to the river but the river was dry
And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that we die
This'll be the day that we die
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