When Mike comes around, it's like a friendly dream With smiles and hugs and primal screams When Mike comes around, we get some real work done We swim in the snow and fly to the sun When Mike comes around we hear the seagulls cry We see picture books and flow'rs in the sky When Mike comes around, we all grow our hair And take a breath and relearn how to be there But it's Mike, it's just Mike, It's just Mike, it's just Mike, It's just Mike, it's just Mike, It's just Mike, it's just Mike It's just Mike, it's just Mike It's just Mike, it's just Mike It's just Mike I've got a chest in my closet for when he's in town Full of matches and stuff to burn the school down And I've also got the numbers of construction men When Mike moves on, we'll build it up again When Mikes comes around there is band, of course And the weekend partiers are out in force When Mike comes around, we have a holiday And every time we think it's gonna stay that way
