Lyrics:

Here comes my friend Michael
Grin written over his face
Walking with a kind of a swagger
And 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 he's wrong
He says that life is a bitch and then you die
And then you die
But in the meantime
Maybe in the meantime
He 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
And maybe it's a kind of 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
'Til we realise 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

Well, the sun comes up and the sun comes 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 wonder what you're doing
In the meantime
Do you think of me and what there could have been
In the meantime?

Here comes my friend Michael
A 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
He keep on smiling
In the meantime
Maybe in the meantime
Like Michael says, it's Mardi Gras

Well, maybe in the meantime
He keep on smiling
In the meantime
Maybe in the meantime
Like Michael says, it's Mardi Gras