Here comes my friend, Grin written over his Walking a kind of a swagger Walking with a sort of a
He the talk He tried to the walk He you laugh He makes you mad, mad
lick you with an acid tongue Make you feel he's right 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, maybe in the Like says, it's Mardi Gras
I don't think that life's like Choice of is bad it's a kind of a lesson Maybe it's a of a map
We the talk We try to walk the It you laugh And makes you feel you've been had
And we'll live many lives Keep coming back till we realize in our hands We choose to do wrong or do
But in the meantime, maybe in the We on smiling In the meantime, maybe in the Like Michael says, it's Gras
the sun comes up And the sun down in the meantime And the world turning And living and we're learning in the meantime
And I of you And I'm wondering you're doing in the meantime Do you of me And there could have been in the meantime? Yeah
comes my friend, Michael Grin over his face Walking a kind of a swagger Walking a sort of a grace
He'll lick you an acid tongue Make you feel he's when you know that he's wrong He makes you laugh, he you mad, really mad
But in the meantime, maybe in the We keep on In the meantime, well, maybe in the Like Michael says it's Gras
Well, maybe in the We keep on In the meantime, well, in the meantime Like Michael says, it's Gras