A long long time ago
I can still remember
How his music used to make me dance.
King of Pop, then in ten years
King of all parental fears
Stickin his hand down adolescent's pants.
Now his demeanor makes me shiver,
Freakish voice that sure makes me quiver.
Bad news on the front page.
Go after someone your age.
I can't remember if I cried
The day he turned from black to white.
"It don't matter", he replied...
Today, his legend died.

So bye bye, twisted molester guy.
Michael Jackson's been relaxin
With his hand on a thigh.
He never shoulda slept with somone who's nine.
C'mon we all know that he isn't right.
We all know that he isn't right.

So he sang bout Billie Jean.
She saw his face, then she turned and screamed.
Mike, where the hell'd ya go?
He thrilled us with that moonwalk stuff.
And that glove, couldn't get enough.
Can you tell me how he met Deb Rowe?
Well, I know he settled out of court
But that plaintiff sure seems pretty short.
You went on tape to cry.
And the boy wouldn't testify.
You are a lonely mid-aged freaky man
with a place for kids that you call Neverland.
Oh well Mike you ain't Peter Pan,
And so, your legend dies. We all are singin

Bye bye, twisted molester guy.
Michael Jackson's been relaxin
With his hand on a thigh.
He never shoulda slept with somone who's nine.
C'mon we all know that he isn't right.
We all know that he isn't right.

Now for ten years you have sold like farts
Since dangerous has left the charts,
But that's not how it used to be.
When the Jacksons sang at the Apollo
With some moves they got from their pa' Joe
And a voice that led a dynasty.
Oh the Motown sound sure had the knack.
We all would scream "I want you back".
The world fell at your feet.
WHOA Mike you were so sweet!
And while Barry Gordy paved the way
You split the group that fateful day
And turned yourself from black to grey
And now, your legend dies. So we're singin

Bye bye, twisted molester guy.
Michael Jackson's been relaxin
With his hand on a thigh.
He never shoulda slept with somone who's nine.
C'mon we all know that he isn't right.
We all know that he isn't right.

Neato Tito, Jacko's like a guido
Imag'ning a 9 year old in a Speedo.
8 days at his creepy plaaaace
He's landed far out of grace.
The surgeons tried for a brand new face
With the lawyers and their lawsuits giving chase.
Well, the Gary air sure smelled like stool
While the Jackson's went zero to cool.
We all embraced the fame.
Whoa, how could we foresee the shame?!
Now ol' Michael has sure hit the skids.
The sponsors hide their contract bids.
And all the parents hide their kids
Because his legend dies. We all are sayin...

Bye bye, twisted molester guy.
Michael Jackson's been relaxin
With his hand on a thigh.
He never shoulda slept with somone who's nine.
C'mon we all know that he isn't right.
We all know that he isn't right.

Oh, now we crowd around TV sets
Allegations we won't forget
He's out of time to start again.
So c'mon Jack be honest, Jack be true.
Jacko what the hell's wrong with you?
Sucks that Liz Taylor's your only friend.
And as I watch your fans protest
You're choosing which child to molest.
"Beat It" might have been nice,
The slammer will suffice.
And as I think back on your glory days,
Pepsi ads, Your hair ablaze,
When your face could handle those sun rays,
But now, your legend dies. And we're singing

Bye bye, twisted molester guy.
Michael Jackson's been relaxin
With his hand on a thigh.
He never shoulda slept with somone who's nine.
C'mon we all know that he isn't right.
We all know that he isn't right.

I met a girl, Lisa Marie
And I asked her if she'd ever see
A guy who used to be so swell.
And I went down to the record store,
Where I first heard "Thriller" years before
But the punk there said that Jacko didn't sell.
And in his yard, the yaks, they run,
The lawyers bill and the lawsuits come.
But they can't get one near him.
The children, they endear him.
So the three things that could cause a smile
Indictment, plea, and a jury trial,
They are still missing by a mile,
And still his legend dies. Now we're singing...

Bye bye, twisted molester guy.
Michael Jackson's been relaxin
With his hand on a thigh.
He never shoulda slept with somone who's nine.
C'mon we all know that he isn't right.
We all know that he isn't right.

Bye bye, twisted molester guy.
Michael Jackson's been relaxin
With his hand on a thigh.
He never shoulda slept with somone who's nine.
C'mon we all know that he isn't right.
We all know that he isn't right.