You lost your mind, comeback's not right
Your face will melt, in full sunlight
Your money's gone, and looks don't delight
Fans bailed out at the speed of light

Moron, moron, moron retreat, tonight

Your zippers rust, no kids to break
Eccentric ways, too much to take
Your moonwalk soon, will bring you down
Unless it takes, you out of town
Well, little kids were your sweet tooth
And not proven, but who knows
It's your alien behavior
That overrides your prose

You're comeback's sad, it's sad, move on
(Sad, sad, really really sad)
We know you’re mad, and sad, please quit it
(Sad, sad, really really sad)
Your comeback's sad; it's sad, done long ago
(Sad, sad, really really sad)
And they'll think you're freaky, geeky gross out
Perform once more and they will say you're mad

Old songs are done, and new ones fail
Plead to fans, but to no avail
You've scraped your skin, its no longer tan
Your wax figure looks more like a man
If you scrape one more, layer of your skin
Just bone is there, a joker’s grin

And though Thriller may have sold much
Your sales have slowed to snail
If you grab your crotch once more
You'll land again in jail

Because you're mad, and sad, moron
(Sad, sad, really really sad)
We know you're mad, and sad, don't blow it
(Sad, sad, really really sad)
The comeback's sad, you're mad, don't know it, please go
(Sad, sad, really really sad)
Scraped flesh has cloned the Jackson 25
Even that crowd says again you're sad

If we see you play’ in our way
Better give our kids some Mace
Turn the lights off at the concert
They won't see your boney face

Because you're mad, and sad, moron
(Sad, sad, really really sad)
We know you're mad, and sad, don't blow it
(Sad, sad, really really sad)
The comeback's sad, you're mad, don't know it, please go
(Sad, sad, really really sad)
And the whole world knows you're sad won't be proud
To tell you once again you're sad....