My butt is gone. Gonna make you write
'bout me alone through out the night.
I'm telling you: forget the truth.
Better tell them I never touched no youth.

I'm giving you the inside scoop
to tell the world a ton of poop.
I'm telling you what it's all about.
Just play my game; it'll all work out.

Well, they say I had no limits.
To a point that might be true.
But, my friend, I've seen the white light,
but they wouldn't let me through ...

Because I'm DEAD, I'm DEAD. Chum on.
(DEAD, DEAD, really, really DEAD.)
You know I'm DEAD, I'm DEAD. You know it.
(DEAD, DEAD, really, really DEAD.)
You know I'm DEAD, I'm DEAD. Chum on. You know
(DEAD, DEAD, really, really DEAD.)
And the whole world knows the answer right now.
Just to tell you once again, who's DEAD ...

The word was out; I done boys wrong.
Wanted to lock me up for way too long.
But you can see what money can do.
You write this right, and there's some for you.
Make me look good with history paint.
Forget what's real; make me a saint.

But, they say I had no limits.
To a point that might be true.
Well, my friends, I've seen the white light,
but they wouldn't let me through ...

CHORUS

You can change your words tomorrow,
write about my pretty face.
If you don't write what I'm saying,
I can always hit "erase".

CHORUS ( repeat ad nauseum )

(spoken)
Who's DEAD? Well, let's see ...
For starters, Ed McMahon on June 23rd.
Then there was Farrah Fawcett on the 25th.
Then Michael Jackson on the 25th.
Then Jeff Goldblum ... No, wait... he's still alive. That was a hoax...
Oh, & the same for Harrison Ford? ...
Then Billy Mays on the 28th.
Who's DEAD? Anybody else? ...
Let's not mention David Carradine. MJ did not eclipse him.
Carradine eclipsed himself in auto-erotica.