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