niall kennedy - michael, michael, michael, michael, michael (jackson)

On the twentyfifth of june god floated away a beautiful balloon, the name of that man was called michael jackson.

and as that balloon floated way above ah swear to god that i seen a glove, a spangly one of magical metal, and ah'll bet it'll either be on michaels hand at the double unless he chooses to share it with his pet chimpanzee bubble(s) .

some say that lad jackson had died in vain, i say that he was born to entertain, with groovy seventies tunes or horrific dancing goons just like he had in the video thriller i bet i wasn't the only one who thought he'd kill, er.

and when jarvis cocker tried to decry him you could tell michael instantly forgave him, charges dropped apologies accepted, wonder what was in his head he had glasses and looked intelligent, didn't he know that jacko even took pity on an elephant (man) .

they said that john merrick was a freak michael jackson just knew he was meek.
and later on it was said that michael knew what it was like to have a bag on your head.

michael lived in indiana and i've always been a fan ah his, if i had but just one wish then i would want to share a velvet coffin because then i could kiss him often we could share the after life and if i changed sex i could be his after wife, and vincent price would be the witness at our wedding.

so michael as you take the final journey please don't think your efforts were small, you really did it with 'off the wall'.

niall kennedy

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