Once were brown
And confused
Mostly 'bout your gender
And you've been abused
Orientation
it seems strange
You held your baby
from that balcony

Then there's your nose
And that weird-assed glove
And those pre-teens boys
that you touch
Man, you seem crazy
With that insane stuff
Michael
Think you've blown your lid
Messing 'round with kids
Things you've done with kids
Hard to keep it hid

Now you're ofay
You're not black
You're not quite white now
But this isn't bad
Your hair is curled
It's a "groovy do"
Slick and it's wavy
Not kinky, it's smooth

You changed your nose
And you wear that glove
Touching pre-teen boys
On their duff
And if you ask me
You have done too much
Michael
You should not do this
Cease now and desist
Someone should insist

{This is something you should not do}
{Grown men shouldn't screw kids, that's lewd}
{You're real lucky it's hard to prove}
{If they do, then you're screwed}

{Touching kids}
{With your mitts}
{That's bullsh*t}
You should try to quit
Lucky – case dismissed
Please try to resist
Hey, knock off that sh*t

Now you're luring
Some little boy
You gave him gifts
That's quite a ploy
In bed together
Lick his thighs
Get him to kneel
And he'll do it right

Man, that is gross
It is just too much
It's illegal and
Other stuff
News of your antics
Just bring on disgust
Michael
Hands off of those kids
Don't touch with your mitts
Once cheered; now folks hiss
Lucky – case dismissed

{Keep your hands off the kids; don't do}
{Exposed; can't keep this hid, that's true}
{Knock off this weird habit, it's screwed}
{Could end up in prison, dude}