Here comes my friend, written over his face Walking a kind of a swagger with a sort of a grace
He talks the He to walk the walk He makes you He you mad, really mad
He'll lick you an acid tongue Make you feel he's right when you know that he's 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, in the meantime Michael says, it's Mardi Gras
I don't think that life's like of word is bad Maybe a kind of a lesson it's a sort of a map
We talk the We try to walk the It makes you And you feel like you've been had
And we'll live 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 says, it's Mardi Gras
When the sun up And the sun goes down in the And the world turning And we're and we're learning in the meantime
And I of you And I'm wondering what you're in the meantime Do you of me And what there have been in the meantime? Yeah
comes my friend, Michael Grin written over his with a kind of a swagger Walking a sort of a grace
lick you with an acid tongue Make you feel he's right when you know 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 it's Mardi Gras
Well, in the meantime We keep on In the meantime, well, in the meantime Like says, it's Mardi Gras