My career is shot and I am mad
I got some kids who call me dad
But they wear masks in public and I hang them out of windows
Invites to my Neverland Ranch
Are such a treat, adults are banned
Now I go from Peter Pan
To being Mr. Con!
(chorus)
Victims go through the defense grinder
My skintone goes up one shade lighter
Rewind Bashir for the zillionth time
Boys in my bed
That's just fine
There's Jesus juice in the Diet Coke can
It's all good, I'm Peter Pan
The King of Pop, just ask my fans
Why call me Mr. Con?

Damn Tom Sneddon that bad D.A.
When I show up to court in my p.j.'s
Then there's that stack of testimony that's eleven inches thick
How much noise can one kid make
That judge is mean when I am late
It's more than Peter Pan can take
Being Mr. Con

Chorus

When I slither off to Neverland tonight
If my lawyers don't make up some more lies
I wanna try just one last time,
Cuz
Victims go through the defense grinder
My skintone goes up one shade lighter
Get a nosejob for the eighteenth time
Boys in my bed
That's just fine
There's Jesus juice in the Diet Coke can
It's all good, I'm Peter Pan
I'll join Scott Peterson, that's my plan
Don't call me Mr. Con

Sneddon, you're a ZERO (you just don't understand, sniff, sniff, whimper)