[Verse 1]
All day we were stuck in the airport in Newcastle
What a lousy night before and now with our flight to Holland cancelled
A pretty girl with long blonde hair and light blue eyes
Sat behind us staring off into her cyber life
I asked, "Are you on the next flight to Amsterdam too?"
She said, "No, I'm off to Greece"
I said, "Ah, what is it that you do?"
She said, "I'm a dancer doing a production based on Michael Jackson"
The guys asked what her and I talked about
I said, "A Michael Jackson dance production"
They said, "Did you hear the latest on him?
They found child p**no at his place
And animal torture videos"
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[Verse 2]
Is the latest on him true?
Well, I don't f**ing know
But if I had a son would I let him get into a car with Michael Jackson?
f** no
I'm sorry for the bad things that his father did to him
But it doesn't add up to building a Willy Wonka trap for kids
And changing the color of your God-given skin
You made creepy videos that the popular kids liked back in the '80s
And once over a balcony he dangled a baby
And did the moonwalk
And talked like a nine-year-old girl
I don't give a flying f** what he meant to the mainstream world
Roman Polanski went down in flames and was incarcerated
But this young little kid addict will forever be celebrated
A hundred plastic surgeries and paid 200 million to shut people up
Took someone's child like it was nobody's business and dragged them around on a tour bus
[Chorus]
He's bad
And he's dead and I'm glad
He's bad
And he's dead and I'm glad
He's bad
And he's dead and I'm glad
He's dead, and, to me it ain't that f**ing sad
He's bad
And he's dead and I'm glad
He's bad
And he's dead and I'm glad
He's bad
And he's dead and I'm glad
He's dead, and, to me it ain't that f**ing sad
[Verse 3]
So, yeah I covered a song a beautiful song by The Jackson 5
But I believe our world is better with Michael dead than alive
No grown man should have a house full of children's toys for the purposes of luring and impressing young little girls and boys
Would you let Michael Jackson spend the day alone with your kid?
If the answer is yes, you're a f**ing sycophant
If the answer is yes, you are beyond fanatic
And you have less love for your own children than you do for Michael Jackson
Michael was a pop king and therefore made his own rules
Created a new face and paid off his woes and blues
Love his music, dress up like him for Halloween all you want to
But that guy was as far as I'm concerned one seriously f**ed up dude
If his music touched you and deeply moved you
Well, that's what pop music is supposed to do
But if you think he was a good guy for little kids, that he didn't drool
Well I personally think you're a polly and a fool
You might say, "Don't you know that Michael was acquitted?"
Well, so was another rich celeb on his criminal trial named OJ Simpson
[Chorus]
He's bad
And he's dead and I'm glad
He's bad
And he's dead and I'm glad
He's bad
And he's dead and I'm glad
He's dead, and to me it ain't that f**ing sad
He's bad
And he's dead and I'm glad
He's bad
And he's dead and I'm glad
He's bad
And he's dead and I'm glad
He's dead, and to me it ain't that f**ing sad
[Outro]
He didn't stop till he got enough
He didn't stop till he got enough
He didn't stop till he got enough
He didn't stop till he got enough
He didn't stop till he got enough
He didn't stop till he got enough
He didn't stop till he got enough
He didn't stop till he got enough