Pop Went The Future

Young Americans
Turn a whiter shade of pale
The Times they are a-changing
It's just another winter's tale
Walls come tumbling down
On Broadway
Bye bye Miss American Pie
I feel the earth move under my feet
London calling
No reply
So dance away the heartache
All by myself
It's a shame
Solitaire's the only game in town
And I can't stand the rain