Here my friend, Michael written over his face Walking with a kind of a Walking a sort of a grace
He talks the He to walk the walk He you laugh He you mad, really mad
He'll lick you an acid tongue Make you feel he's when you know that he's wrong He says 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, it's Gras
I don't think that like that of word is bad Maybe it's a of a lesson it's a sort of a map
We talk the We try to the walk It you laugh And makes you feel you've been had
And maybe we'll live lives Keep coming back till we realize in our hands We choose to do wrong or do
But in the meantime, in the meantime We keep on In the meantime, in the meantime Like says, it's Mardi Gras
the sun comes up And the sun down in the meantime And the keeps turning And we're living and learning in the meantime
And I of you And I'm wondering what you're doing in the 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 with a sort of a
He'll lick you with an acid Make you feel he's right you know that he's wrong He makes you laugh, he makes you mad, 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, maybe in the We on smiling In the meantime, well, in the meantime Like Michael says, it's Gras