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