Here comes Michael Keep your hands away! This is Michael Hands off, hands off! He knows a lot of things Dreams a lot of dreams Knows a lot of tricks Lot of dirty tricks His head blow never stops He flies around the world To see us up and down As a lot of friends... A lot of dirty friends He was an impressario Of a factory-union-movement... And now... He lies like shit in mud Dirty like the rest Better go out of his world He can take the world to court Running away from time The hour was lost