I saw Michael Jackson dead In his fair-spoken bed He was like a zombie girl Who sang songs from "Off the wall" Brown eyes were glass and twin He was pale and very thin He was shine of vivid light Like a saint, he was so bright Oh my God, I can't believe Oh my God, I can't receive Queen is dead, Queen is dead Hail to the Queen.
And this nigger medical man He is not in guilty, he is only fan He is just a Michaels’ slave Who treated Michael every day On that day Michael felt himself worse He was very patient, he looked like a horse Thus and so nigger used Tylenol He injected Michael an extremal dose Oh my God, I can't believe Oh my God, I can't receive Queen is dead, Queen is dead Hail to the Queen.