So here's the way I see it based on the information just released about the cause of Michael Jackson's death. The butler did it. Or the doctor. Or whoever it was who was administering drugs to Michael every half hour from midnight till dawn on the morning of his death. Michael suffered insomnia and after whining about not being asleep after six hours of dosing sleep medicine, the butler, or the doctor, put Michael out for good.
What a surprise.
We're no longer surprised. The "shock" of Michael Jackson's death was shocking to few. Everyone knew it was coming. And like Elvis we knew he'd leave a good looking corpse. I wouldn't have been surprised if Michael Jackson became the Dali Lama. He was such a Bu-hoo-hoo-dist weird vibe guy. He was barely human. And by that I mean he was out of it. He did not walk in my universe. Michael Jackson was the last guy I would end a sentence in conversation with the words, "You know what I mean?"
What's a doctor doing in my bedroom constantly in the middle of the night unless I'm in the hospital. I wasn't sick, I just couldn't sleep. And I must have been one insane pain in the ass for the doc to put me under the big sleep. "Mamma say mamma sa, ma ma coo sa. Mamma say mamma sa, ma ma coo sa. . ."
Michael Jackson was beautiful, brilliant and successful. Who among us wouldn't trade places with Michael? Show of hands please?
"Mamma say mamma sa, ma ma coo sa. Mamma say mamma sa, ma ma coo sa. . ."
"Mamma say mamma sa, ma ma coo sa. Mamma say mamma sa, ma ma coo sa. . ."
"Mamma say mamma sa, ma ma coo sa. Mamma say mamma sa, ma ma coo sa. . ."
"Mamma say mamma sa, ma ma coo sa. Mamma say mamma sa, ma ma coo sa. . ."
I see a couple of hands and one of them is mine.
"Mamma say mamma sa, ma ma coo sa. Mamma say mamma sa, ma ma coo sa. . ."
"Mamma say mamma sa, ma ma coo sa. Mamma say mamma sa, ma ma coo sa. . ."
"Mamma say mamma sa, ma ma coo sa. Mamma say mamma sa, ma ma coo sa. . ."
But the dude was fucked up.
"Mamma say mamma sa, ma ma coo sa. Mamma say mamma sa, ma ma coo sa. . ."
"Mamma say mamma sa, ma ma coo sa. Mamma say mamma sa, ma ma coo sa. . ."
"Mamma say mamma sa, ma ma coo sa. Mamma say mamma sa, ma ma coo sa. . ."
I wouldn't recommend that anyone end up like Michael Jackson.
"Mamma say mamma sa, ma ma coo sa. Mamma say mamma sa, ma ma coo sa. . ."
"Mamma say mamma sa, ma ma coo sa. Mamma say mamma sa, ma ma coo sa. . ."
"Mamma say mamma sa, ma ma coo sa. Mamma say mamma sa, ma ma coo sa. . ."
But I would recommend that everyone give him a good listen to.
"Mamma say mamma sa, ma ma coo sa. Mamma say mamma sa, ma ma coo sa. . ."
"Mamma say mamma sa, ma ma coo sa. Mamma say mamma sa, ma ma coo sa. . ."
"Mamma say mamma sa, ma ma coo sa. Mamma say mamma sa, ma ma coo sa. . ."
And at the sorry end of this song is a boy artist who ruled a petty kingdom and left his heirs in doubt.
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