Roma Writer's Group

The Works of F. Robert Kelly

MICHAEL JACKSON'S
PLASTONIC

(sung to the tune of Ironic by Alanis Morrisette)

Verse 1

And isn't it ironic?
Don't you think?
How I broke my plastic hip,
That night at the skating rink.
Chorus 1
Well it's my plastic face,
That gets too hot,
And drips all over the place,
In tiny spots,
It's the black glove, that always turns white,
When hand activities, run til late in the night.

And isn't it ironic?
How can I say?
With that boy suing me,
And knowing I'm gay.
Verse 2

And my wife has a funny way,
Of sneaking up on me,
Specially when I'm in the bath,
And playing with my "Duckee".

And isn't it ironic?
The way that Bubbles plays,
I think I am in love,
We're getting married in May.

Chorus 2
Well it's my plastic face,
That gets too hot,
And drips all over the place,
In tiny spots,
It's the black glove, that always turns white,
When hand activities, run til late in the night.

END
© F R Kelly 2001