Here my friend, Michael Grin over his face with a kind of a swagger Walking with a of a grace
He talks the He tried to walk the He you laugh He you mad, really mad
He'll lick you with an acid Make you feel he's right when you know that wrong He says life is a bitch and then you die and 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 think that life's like of word is bad Maybe it's a kind of a Maybe a sort of a map
We talk the We try to the walk It makes you And makes you feel like you've had
And we'll live many lives Keep coming till we realize it's in our hands We choose to do or do right
But in the meantime, maybe in the We on smiling 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 keeps turning And we're living and we're learning in the
And I of you And I'm wondering what doing in the meantime Do you of me And what there could have been in the meantime?
comes my friend, Michael Grin written his face Walking with a of a swagger Walking with a of a grace
He'll lick you with an tongue Make you feel he's right when you know that wrong He makes you laugh, he you mad, really mad
But in the meantime, maybe in the We on smiling In the meantime, well, maybe in the Like Michael says it's Gras
Well, in the meantime We on smiling In the meantime, well, maybe in the Michael says, it's Mardi Gras