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