Lyrics:

Michael used to tell us he was bad, bad, bad

And all his funky records made us glad, glad, glad

But when I saw his face, yeah, I was sad, sad, sad

Wuith his only friend a chimp you know it's mad, mad, mad

Neverland, Neverland



Even when he's telling you that black is white

Just some fancy dancing you can stop a fight

Grooving in the forest makes it al alright

What a man, a big hand

Nevcerland, Neverland



The cola king could sit and count the cost, cost, cost

Thinking about the childhood that he lost, lost, lost

You know he couldn't even give a toss, toss, toss

At least he marginally better than the boss, boss, boss

Neverland, Neverland



Even when he's telling you that black is white

Just some fancy dancing you can stop a fight

Grooving in the forest makes it al alright

What a man, give him a hand

Did you love his kingships daughter?

Did you cherish her and take her by the hand?

The papers say that it was all a put up show,

But I don't know, I don't know

Neverland, Neverland



Even when he's telling you that black is white

Just some fancy dancing you can stop a fight

Grooving in the forest makes it al alright

What a man, give him a hand

Neverland, Neverland