Woorden: Hazel O'Connor. Meantime.

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