The Legend crashed down from his Neverland high ground
When they found out about his young roomies
The King, it was said, liked to give the boy head
"Every time I'd sleep over, he'd do me"

With a sequined white glove and a summer of boy love
The queen pervert molester was girly
The young kid, it's true, had a bone the King chewed
And when pressed to remember, came early

The King grew up jive with the old Jackson five
Though they never played much in Wisconsin
As big willies go his was odder than most
Vitiligo had colored his Johnson

Concluding the terms with old victim's law firms
He was horny and lookin' for children
And later that night, with the sheets pulled tight
Would it be the King's mouth he'd be feelin'?

The kid in the bed made some little boy sounds
When a hand snuck onto his penis
Soon the kid's shrink knew, and the Sherriff did too
'Bout 'the twitch of his member between us'

The cops came late and the press they had to wait
'Fore the bulbs of their cameras were flashin'
The late papers came, the headlines were plain
The career of the King of Pop crashin'

The civil suit came and Whacko came out lame, sayin'
"Fellas, I'd never hurt children"
But evidence made his main lawyers cave in, he said
"Jordie, here's twenty three million"

LaToya wired in, she had seen him sin again
And he lost all his cor-prit investors
He cratered that night with his image just a blight
Was the wreck of the pervert molester

Does any one know where his other glove goes
And now should we all be guarding ours?
The lawyers all say they'd have made quite more pay
But the gag order stripped them of power

The cash they split up, it was still a nice size
Got all that they had requested
The fact still remains that they raced to find the names
Of the other young boy's he'd molested

Wine beer and drugs, and Singapore Slings
In the rooms of his Neverland Mansion
Old moon-walkin' queen haunts a young boy's dreams
The only men worse are the corpsemen

There's nothing below child fellatio
Queen Michael's confused about gender
But when prison gates close, all the pedophiles should know
That the sex they'll remember ain't tender

In a nasty old cell in Alcatraz they prayed
For some marry-time jailin sequester
Jail's full of fools and they all pretty much drooled
For each man wants to nail the molester

Molestin' lived on in the Neverland Ranch bed
In the night time he plays 'give-it-to-me'
A pedophile they say, stops on his dyin' day
Which I hope that in his case comes early