Behold, my decidedly not normal mind. This is "American Pie" by Don Mclean, parodied by someone not entirely awake. A few details in here may be... sketchy, but artistic license. If you want me to parody a specific song, just PM or review me.
A long, long time ago
I can still remember how that man used to make me smile
And I knew if he had his way
That we'd all be wed someday
And maybe he'd be happy for a while
But February made me shiver
With the paper that was delivered
Bad news on her doorstep
I couldn't take one more step
I can't remember if I cried
When I went back to his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside
The day Maes Hughes died
So bye-bye, Gracia's apple pie
Took a journey down to Xerxes, though Xerxes was dry
And Colonel Roy was drinking whiskey in Rye
Saying "This'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die"
Do you know the truth of strife
And do have faith in human life
If Ishvala tells you so?
Now do you believe in the Philosopher's Stone?
Can I find a place to bind Al's soul?
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
Now, they know that she's in love with me
'Cause their hostage is Winry
We both have sworn a pact
To find out way back
I was a lonely teenage broncing buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day that Maes Hughes died
So bye-bye, Gracia's apple pie
Took a journey down to Xerxes, though Xerxes was dry
And Colonel Roy was drinking whiskey in Rye
Saying "This'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die"
Now for five years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rolling stone
But that's not how it used to be
When we would set up Riza and Roy
In an old cafe and watch their secret joy
While Winry would find Elysia a toy
Oh, and while Roy was looking down
Ross stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Hawkeye hit her mark
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day that Maes Hughes died
So bye-bye, Gracia's apple pie
Took a journey down to Xerxes, though Xerxes was dry
And Colonel Roy was drinking whiskey in Rye
Saying "This'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die"
Helter skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off to take shelter
The day was near and coming fast
It hit down home in the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With Havoc on the sidelines in a cast
Now the victory air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance
'Cause the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day that Maes Hughes died?
So bye-bye, Gracia's apple pie
Took a journey down to Xerxes, though Xerxes was dry
And Colonel Roy was drinking whiskey in Rye
Saying "This'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die"
Oh, and there we were all in one place
A group of rebels lost in space
With no time left to start again
So come on, Jean be nimble, Jean be quick
Jean Havoc was stabbed with a candlestick
'Cause fire is Mustang's only friend
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in Hell
Could break that bastard's spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Truth laughing with delight
The day the music died
So bye-bye, Gracia's apple pie
Took a journey down to Xerxes, though Xerxes was dry
And Colonel Roy was drinking whiskey in Rye
Saying "This'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die"
I met a girl who knew the truth
And I asked her for the latest news
But she just sighed and turned away
I went down to the general store
Where I'd met the father years before
But the man there said the father couldn't stay
And in the streets, the children screamed
The lovers cried and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men he admired most
The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day that Maes Hughes died
So bye-bye, Gracia's apple pie
Took a journey down to Xerxes, though Xerxes was dry
And Colonel Roy was drinking whiskey in Rye
Saying "This'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die"
So bye-bye, Gracia's apple pie
Took a journey down to Xerxes, though Xerxes was dry
And Colonel Roy was drinking whiskey in Rye
Saying "This'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die"