Here comes my friend, written over his face Walking with a kind of a Walking a sort of a grace
He the talk He tried to walk the He makes you He you mad, really mad
lick you with an acid tongue Make you feel right when you know that he's wrong He says life is a bitch and you die and then you die
But in the meantime, maybe in the We on smiling In the meantime, in the meantime Like Michael says, it's Gras
I think that life's like that of word is bad Maybe it's a kind of a it's a sort of a map
We the talk We try to the walk It makes you And you feel like you've been had
And we'll live many lives Keep back till we realize it's in our hands We choose to do or do right
But in the meantime, maybe in the We keep on In the meantime, maybe in the Like Michael says, it's Gras
the sun comes up And the sun goes in the meantime And the world keeps And we're living and learning in the meantime
And I of you And I'm wondering what you're doing in the Do you of me And what there could have been in the meantime?
comes my friend, Michael Grin over his face Walking with a of a swagger with a sort of a grace
He'll you with an acid tongue Make you feel he's right when you that he's wrong He makes you laugh, he you mad, really mad
But in the meantime, maybe in the We on smiling In the meantime, well, in the meantime Like says it's Mardi Gras
Well, in the meantime We keep on In the meantime, well, in the meantime Michael says, it's Mardi Gras