The Beat Goes On

Can you listen up to my heart beat Or is it the beats from that beat? It's the radio, Then it goes on gently Yes, like a long thin snake Where uuh, where huu! Could be... couldn' t be Could be my heart is beating like the radio, Snake! Beat into bits, Where huu o, where huuo, I can float easily or deep in underwater Like gold fish of the pacific, Just like Titanic It surges and lush gently, Can i go and speed in a car And feel the beat carry me higher? Not me if i were you, not me Should i...should n't i ? Whether i am sleeping or playing Work and awake, Not me if i were you, not me If i fall down i will stand up myself, Just as if i am drunk with the beat And dance like the Go go hit, Go steady and slow so gently, I have seen the bride dance perfidiously, Take care buddy, take care Have i...have n't i ? No one is called we have come Herself! Mixed and missed, Take care buddy, take care It dwindle...it dwindle and it dwindle, Something or some one is sounding so blissfully, It is sonic groovy, And is off the wall hit And it bade encore All through the evening, O! Michael, Michael's legendary is like Michaelangelo, Singing and dancing all through like a yoyo, It's that beat of bit of a change of face Could made you lose your grace, You have painted the face with colourful-colours, Exposed to the brush and erase that smear on the nose, You adjusted the thrilling lips off the *****, And the eyes have they tune up to lustful glare, The cheek o! so Da Vinci's Mona Lisa, that! cheeks You were infamously infuriating, So provocatively humanly bad You were endearing to the last, In toto, you were a king of the whirlwind, In tete, you were the prince of applause, And tata, you were the sire of controversy, You were... the messiah of all possibility, You were... the song personify, The melody in the throat of a trumpeter, And the soulful largo largesse of a crooner, It dwindle...it dwindle...it dwindle... Then sefini Tata.