Remember Ritchie Valens

Six years young in Chicago
Seven feet of snow everywhere you go
Walk half a mile to school every day
We're sledding and we don't wanna go

Rode a paper route in the summertime
Landed one through the neighbor's French door
Made best friends with a leather belt
Found my black phantom in the garbage can

Poppa's sippin' something on the sofa
Working up to two packs a day
He's the king of the bowling lane Saturday
Nailing sheetrock on the rest
Momma's wearing makeup in the kitchen
I guess that's why the bacon tastes good
She got high heeled slippers and an apron on
'Cause that's the way Sears liked her best

Remember Ritchie Valens and the plane crash
Remember Buddy Holly and The Bopper
I cried myself to sleep for a week and a half
That'll Be the Day just ain't the same
Elvis joined the army and forsook us all
Traded rock and roll for a buzz cut
Jerry Lee and Myra Gale tied a knot
Those were the days the music died

Kid's fashion is hard line of work
When all you've got to go on is headlines and dirt
Kid's fashion is hard line of work
When all you've got to go on is headlines and dirt

1959 was a good year
1959 was a good year
A Fender Stratocaster and a tweed amp
Is all you ever needed to be famous