Here my friend, Michael written over his face Walking a kind of a swagger with a sort of a grace
He talks the He tried to the walk He makes you He you mad, really mad
He'll lick you with an acid Make you feel he's when you know that he's wrong He life is a bitch and then you die and then you die
But in the meantime, maybe in the We keep on In the meantime, maybe in the Like Michael says, Mardi Gras
I don't think life's like that Choice of is bad Maybe it's a of a lesson Maybe 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 maybe we'll live many Keep back till we realize it's in our hands We choose to do wrong or do
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 down in the And the world turning 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 could have in the meantime? Yeah
comes my friend, Michael Grin over his face 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 that he's wrong He makes you laugh, he makes you mad, mad
But in the meantime, in the meantime We keep on In the meantime, well, in the meantime Like Michael it's Mardi Gras
Well, maybe in the We on smiling In the meantime, well, in the meantime Like says, it's Mardi Gras