The Day Michael Jackson Died

Sitting on my sofa watching TV,

I wonder to myself what the news will be,

And then my wife says O my god,

I put down the paper she’s got my attention,

Are they speaking about the Middle East tension,

O no I got it wrong.

There’s a world out there that they’re getting wrong,

Six billion souls who can’t get along,

So what’s on the news?

Is it our soldiers fighting in Afghanistan,

Or the Ayatollah’s edict direct from Iran,

Maybe Paris Hilton’s shoes?

Today’s the day that he fell in love,

Her first son was born,

And he finally closed his eyes.

But to them whatever it means,

To the world it’s just,

The Day Michael Jackson died.

I went to the net to see what it had to say,

And what I found made me afraid,

It was all the same.

Jobs being lost were put to one side,

Everybody was talking about how he had died,

Everywhere I saw his name.

The morning after as I got out of bed,

My hands searching to comfort my head,

I see the papers on the floor.

The economic crisis pushed to one side,

For a picture of a singer recently died,

On pages one to twenty four.

Today’s the day that he fell in love,

Her first son was born,

And he finally closed his eyes.

But to them whatever it means,

To the world it’s just,

The Day Michael Jackson died.

Inside every paper and on every station,

There’s a tribute going out to a man,

They all vilified.

Forgive me if you can if I don’t shed a tear,

Simply because it’s the story of the year,

Michael Jackson died.

Today’s the day that he fell in love,

Her first son was born,

And he finally closed his eyes.

But to them whatever it means,

To the world it’s just,

The Day Michael Jackson died.