stuck inside these four walls
hope its not forever
neverland is no fun
michael sins...with you
trauma...ooh...trauma...ooh

if i ever get out of here
i'll start runnin' and get away
i'll be chased...that's guaranteed
michael wants us to always stay
but i gotta get outta here...yes, i gotta get outta here

well, his lust exploded
he has got me smashed
and we fell into his bunk
and then michael said
i like playin' in bed
that's why i got you drunk

hands on my rump...hands on my rump
i'm in jail here, man...and while i am
he likes to grab my buns
he puts
hands on my rump...hands on my rump
hands on my rump...hands on my rump

well, my bum's at stake here
he's a crazy guy
and his overtures, i shun
though its swell to hang out at his theme park here
its hell when evening comes

hands on my rump...hands on my rump
drunk as sailors, man...he nails my can
i can't wait till he's done
he puts
hands on my rump...hands on my rump
hands on my rump...hands on my rump

when the night is fallin'
its a scary world
too tense to settle down
and ol' michael's searchin' for me everywhere
i hope i am not found

hands on my rump...hands on my rump
and the county judge
still holds a grudge
from cases heard before

he put
hands on their rumps...hands on their rumps
hands on their rumps...hands on their rumps