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| That Wacko Mother W is for the bleached White skin he's chosen. A is for the Amoral life he's led. C is for the Country that he fled to. K is for the Kids he's had in bed. O is for his way Outrageous antics. J is for the Jurors, so misled. A is All the money he has wasted. C is for the Crazed lust in his head. K is for the Kind of freak he acts like. O is for Outrageous lies he's said. Put them all together they spell Wacko Jacko, And Jacko's wacko, in his noseless head! Written By PTown33636 Sweet Home Neverlanda Two mothers testifying, Trying to save the Wacko's skin. Sold their sons to feed his passions, For jobs and visas, gold and tin, And I think it's a sin, yes. Well I heard Mark Geragos testifying, 'Cause Wacko Jacko said okay. But when they tried to cross examine, Wacko's permission went away. That's not okay. Sweet home Neverlanda, Where they try to hide what's true. Sweet home Neverlanda, Hope the jury convicts you. The silly fans, they love their Wacko, All his perversions, they're deaf to. Glossing over all the young boys, Perverted Wacko Jacko knew, That's Biblically "knew." Sweet home Neverlanda, Where they try to hide what's true. Sweet home Neverlanda,Hope the jury convicts you. Now all the people on his payroll, Will sing the song they're paid to do. And big name stars will witness for him, Dazzle the jury, right on cue, A Hollywood Zoo. Sweet home Neverlanda, Where they try to hide what's true. Sweet home Neverlanda, Hope the jury convicts you. Sweet home Neverlanda, (He'll buy your baby) Where they try to hide what's true. (He's a freaky sick pervert) Sweet home Neverlanda, (His ear is glued to his nose) Hope the jury convicts you. (Yeah, twenty years with Bubba will straighten him out) Written By PTown33636 And so Debbie Rowe is suing Michael Jackson for custody of Paris and Prince. Sounds like a money issue, to me. But here's an idea for a fundraiser. Debbie and Michael could record a duet, and split the profits. But what song? Maybe something like that timeless Sonny and Cher classic, I Got You Babe. Of course, it would have to be personalized for Debbie Rowe (DR) and Michael Jackson (MJ). I Got Your Babes DR: The kids are young, so they don't know, What freaks we are, until they grow. MJ: Well I don't know just what to do, 'Cause I got them, but still I'm stuck with you. Both: Babes, MJ: I got your babes. DR: I want your babes. DR: At least your love paid for my rent, But I need more, because the money's spent. MJ: You got your dough for the kids I bought, Now you want more, but you are getting squat. Both: Babes, MJ: I got your babes. DR: I want your babes. MJ: Even though I'm not the king, I've still got my glove of bling. DR: You're pathetic, you're a clown, Took my kids and then skipped town. MJ: You can't say where they belong, 'Cause I paid cash, even though that is wrong. DR: The courts will say the kids are mine, Unless you give me more you noseless swine. Both: Babes, MJ: I got your babes. DR: I want your babes. MJ: I paid you to have the brats. DR: You are crazy, you are bats. MJ: The kids are staying here with me. DR: Not unless you pay more to me. MJ: Don't you know that cash makes right. DR: So who's that boy you met last night. MJ: I've got the kids I won't let go. DR: I want the kids or lot's of dough. Both: Babes, MJ: I got your babes. DR: I want your babes. MJ: I got your babes. DR: I want your babes. Both: I got/want yourrrr babesssss. Written By PTown33636 MJ Operator Operator, could you help me place this call? You see the button on my speed dial is old and faded. 'Cause I need cash today, And my friend sells pornos gay, A guy I need to fund me because I'm jaded. That's the way the phone calls say it goes, But I forgot all that, And give me his number if you can find it, So I can call just to beg for a dime, 'cause I know That he will send the dough. I've learned to spend it well, I only hope my friend is never going to tell, Or maybe work some deal, But that's not the way it feels. Operator, could you help me place this call, 'Cause I can't read the number that you just gave me. My nose is in my eyes, 'Cause when I sneeze the dumb thing flies. I think about the toys that my friend's cash gets me. That's the way the phone calls say it goes, But I forgot all that, And give me his number if you can find it, So I can call just to beg for a dime, 'cause I know That he will send the dough. I've learned to spend it well, I only hope my friend is never going to tell, Or maybe work some deal, But that's not the way it feels. Operator, let's forget about this call, He must be mad 'cause repayment is overdue. I'm running out of time, Oh, and my face looks like a mime, And mail me back my dime. That's the way the phone calls say it goes, But I forgot all that, And give me his number if you can find it, So I can call just to beg for a dime, 'cause I know That he will send the dough. I've learned to spend it well, I only hope my friend is never going to tell, Or maybe work some deal, But that's not the way it feels. Written By PTown33636 |
