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"Good Morning Class" -- American Pie (Don McLean)

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A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How the hobby used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had some luck
That I could fill those albums up
And, maybe, they’d be mine for just a while.

But Winter weather made me shiver
As every Coin World was delivered.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn’t take one more step.

I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about their stickered pride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the hobby died.

So bye-bye, miss American pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them old collectors drinkin’ whiskey and rye
singing this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Are there only slabs for you,
And do you have faith in stickers, too,
If a Legend tells you so?
Do you believe in NGC?
Is ANACS really number three?
And what about the mighty CAC?

Well, I know that you’re in love with them
`Cause I saw you worship graded gems,
It's all sight unseen trades.
Man, I dig those expensive grades!

I was a young collector trying to save a buck
With a coin collection and a pickup truck
But I knew that I was out of luck
The day the hobby died.

I started singin’,
"bye-bye, miss American pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them old collectors drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin' "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Now for twenty years, plastic's been the king
And you can certify most anything,
But that’s not how it used to be.
When the nutcase paid for albanese,
With money from the sticker fees,
And a hobby that he stole from you and me,

While the king was looking down,
They even stickered his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while Blanchard retailed shipwreck gold,
They bragged about how much they'd sold
And real collectors just grew old
The day the hobby died.

We were singing,
"bye-bye, miss American pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them old collectors drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin' "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

To your sorrow, cash you'll have to borrow.
Prices keep going up like no tomorrow,
Eight miles high and rising fast.
Landing foul out on the grass.
Collectors tried for a forward pass,
With the nutcase on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the graders played a marching tune.
We all got up to shout,
Oh, but we couldn't crack coins out!
When collectors tried to take the field;
Plastic vendors refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the hobby died?

We started singing,
"bye-bye, miss American pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them old collectors drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin' "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Now we all are wondering how
Every coin is in plastic now
With no coins left to hold within your hand.
So come on: plastic holders, stickers, quick!
Melt the plastic with a candlestick
Cause fire's a collector’s only friend.

And as I read the website page,
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No collector had the clout
To throw those stickers out!
And as the flames climb high into the night
The coin consortium won the fight,
I saw a fat lady laughing with delight
The day the hobby died

They were singing,
"bye-bye, miss American pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them old collectors drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin' "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

I showed a girl an old wheat cent
And asked her where the collectors went,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the old coin store
Where I’d seen historic coins years before,
But the man there said customers wouldn’t pay.

In auction houses, Legends schemed,
Investors laughed, collectors dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The slabs could not be broken.
Collectors I admire best:
Norweb, Pitmann, Clapp - the rest
They caught the last plane to the west
And then, the hobby died.

And they were singing,
"bye-bye, miss American pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them old collectors drinkin’ whiskey and rye
singing this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
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