Hazel O`Connor - Gerard Kiely



Here comes my friend Michael, 

grin written over his face

Walking with a kind of a swagger, 

walking with a kind of a grace

He talks the talk, he tries to walk the walk

He makes you laugh, he makes you really mad,

He'll lick you with an acid tongue

Make you feel he's right, 

when you know he's wrong

He says life's a bitch and then you die, 

and then you die



But in the meantime, maybe in the meantime, 

he keep on smiling

In the meantime, maybe in the meantime 

like Michael says it's Mardi Gras



I don't think that life's like that, 

choice of word is bad

Maybe it's a kind of a lesson, 

maybe it's a sort of a map

We talk the talk, we try to walk the walk

It makes you laugh, and makes you feel 

like you've been had

and maybe we will live many lives



Keep coming back 'til we realize it's in our hands

We choose to do wrong or do right



But in the meantime, maybe in the meantime,

he keep on smiling

In the meantime, maybe in the meantime

like Michael says it's Mardi Gras



The sun comes up and the sun comes down, 

in the meantime

and the world keeps turning and 

we're living and learning 

In the meantime

and I think of you and wonder what you're doing, 

in the meantime

Do you think of me and 

what there could have been in the meantime



Here comes my friend Michael,

grin written over his face

Walking with a kind of a swagger, 

walking with a sort of a grace

Lick you with an acid tongue

Make you feel he's right, 

when you know he's wrong

He makes you laugh, he makes you really mad.



But in the meantime, maybe in the meantime,

he keep on smiling

In the meantime, maybe in the meantime 

like Michael says it's mardi gras