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