It's close to midnight, someone crazy's lurking in the park
You're feelin' terrified, but he just don't want to rip your heart
You call for help, but he just shuts you up before you do it
You don't feel well, but he just looks right into your eyes
Him you despise

You hear the door slam, and realise he will make sweet love to you
You feel his white hand, you feel like your parents just want to sue
You close your eyes, and hope that he is not a child molester
But all the while, you feel him feelin' up your behind
Not very kind

He's out to get you, the King of Pop is horny all the time
He will caress you, unless you change your number on his dial
Now is the time for him to do his thing and take a picture
And in a while, the cops will save you from this crazy man
With his white hand

Darkness falls on Neverland
The big hand's on the little hand
Michael looks in search of boys
Then he will play with all his toys
And whosoever shall be found
He will lay them on the ground
They'll stand and face the King of Pop
Whose every album made the top
His crazy legs are in the air
The man of forty-seven years
And paedophiles from every ranch
Will want to take you out for lunch
And though you need your dignity
Not a man of vanilla
For not one boy is happy with
The twisted paedophilia

Cos he's a paedophiliac
And no one's gonna save from the guy who once was black
You know this paedophiliac
You trying to get away while in this paedophilia

Paedophiliac
There is no second chance against this thing who once was black
You know this paedophiliac
You trying to get away while in this paedophilia akka dakka tonight

Paedophiliac
He's the biggest one, everyone else cannot do jack
Yeah, he's a paedophiliac
Don't let him hold you tight and share a killer, diller, chiller
Thriller here tonight