The Mitchell Brothers - Michael Jackson Lyrics

Oh...... Yeah
La la la.......la.....laaaaaa

Grab your crutch, spin around
Stand on your tippee-toes
Straight into the Moonwalk
And then you scream 'OH'
You pulled it off then you had a glow
That kept me in me bedroom with me door closed
Bad immitate there, practised till I aced it
Couldn't wait to hit the dance floor and see them faces
Thought I would never leave me seat
Till the DJ put on Billie Jean
That was my time to show off and right
Once I was in my black lofers I shined twice
The only thing missing was the glove
But that didn't stop me strutting my stuff
Kick my legs out, clutch me hat
Throw it to the darling in the back
Twist my neck, rub me hands 1 2 3 4 and.......

I wish I could move like Michael Jackson
Spin around have the world in a gaze
I wish I could move like Michael Jackson
Hit the ground, glide across the stage
I wish I could move like Michael Jackson
Getting down with my shoulders shakin
I said, I wish I could move like Michael Jackson
Hee-hee Aoow!

When I took a deep breath, and lifted my head up
That's when I wanted to be the man in the mirror
Right after I saw the zombies in Thriller,
I was no longer scared.
So I got a copy of Bad on VHS
Stayed up watching it to way past ten.
Played the car park scene over again and again,
Religiously like a prayer
Anywhere I could find a wooden floor
I would have a crack at doing the Moonwalk
Till I bounced my back off the wall
Woo
I spent half of my days lost in my thoughts
In the middle of stages, standing tall
Spinning around leaving the whole crowd in awe
Oooh

Standing there, I could swear I was Michael Jackson
Yeah heh
Yeah heh
Standing there, I could swear I was Michael Jackson
Standing there, I could swear I was Michael Jackson
Yeah heh
Yeah heh
Standing there, I could swear I was Michael Jackson

I wish I could move like Michael Jackson
Spin around have the world in a gaze
I wish I could move like Michael Jackson
Hit the ground, glide across the stage
I wish I could move like Michael Jackson
Getting down with my shoulders shakin
I said, I wish I could move like Michael Jackson
Hee-hee Aoow!


The Mitchell Brothers - Michael Jackson Review

None of the usual gags about chimps, oxygen tents, plastic surgery or sleeping with children to be found here, just a forlorn wish that the brothers Mitchell could bodypop and moonwalk. The song's been put through the Calvin Harris hit machine since we last heard it and is now all very agreeable analogue squelches and bleeps. Is it enough to finally propel the boys to stardom? We can only hope so. After all, who wouldn't want a group who fantasize about having sex with Lily Allen, while she's dressed as a Ku Klux Clan member, at the top of the charts?