Oh well. Goodbye.

One day our children will ask us, “who’s Michael Jackson?”

He’s only the guy who’s indelibly imprinted in our collective memories of the eighties!

Anyway, here’s my tribute:

Billie Jean is not my lover (’uh)
She’s just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son (hooo!)
She says I am the one
But the kid is not my son (… eee-hee-hee)

26 June 2009 | Uncategorized | Comments