Thriller went and brought the ladies,
Now they're gone, you're dropping babies,
Appears you're not such hot stuff anymore

You starred in the Jackson Five,
Now, you star in "Under the Knife",
And figuring out your race is quite a chore

I remember watching you moonwalk,
Now the subject of pure gossip talk
Oh, Michael, tell me, where the hell you been?

And you tell us not to ask...
About your biracial mask...
But how can we deny our own eyes again?

CHORUS
You may be white,
I swear Caucasian,
Oh! But we all know you're a lunatic, so we ignore...
Your constant plight,
Your face abrasions,
We know you're not, but for all you show, you may be white...


Remember when you were on top?
No CD that you made could flop,
Your dance moves left our big mouths quite agape

Tell us, are you black or white?
Either way it seems you might...
Not recapture your formal facial shape.

Now think of all the years you've wasted,
Letting your face get dull and pasty,
Now you're washed up, crazy, in disguise...

Oh, you're crazy, yes, it's true,
And for those who still refuse,
To admit it's over, I don't sympathize....

CHORUS

INTERLUDE

CHORUS

We know you're not, but you may be white (x4)