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