A silver sequined glove touching the brim of a classic black hat. The wind blown hair, open shirt and pencil thin jeans. Every move angular, deliberate, steamy... There are so many, it was difficult to pick just five!
...The foulest stench is in the air;
The funk of forty thousand years;
And grizzly ghouls from every tomb;
Are closing in to seal your doom...
(Imagine, the funk of 40,000 years!)
...I'm starting with the man in the mirror;
I'm asking him to change his ways;
And no message could have been any clearer;
If you wanna make the world a better place;
Take a look at yourself and make a... change!
(Change starts with the person in the mirror!)
You gotta leave that nine to five upon the shelf;
An' just enjoy yourself;
Let the madness in the music get to you;
Life ain't so bad at all;
If you live it off the wall...
(Don't be so serious all the time, just live!)
She's a dynamite attraction;
At the drop of a coin she comes alive, yeah;
She knows what she's doing;
She's super bad now;
She's geared to really blow your mind...
(Everyone was doing the robot on this song!)
...If you can't feed your baby (yeah, yeah);
Then don't have a baby (yeah, yeah);
And don't think maybe (yeah, yeah);
If you can't feed your baby (yeah, yeah);
You'll be always tryin';
To stop that child from cryin';
Hustlin', stealin', lyin';
Now baby's slowly dyin'...
(Ya gotta be startin' something!)
O that unmistakable voice,
O those deliberate dance moves!
Sheer poetry in motion!
Only one Michael Joseph Jackson... R.I.P.
select one here...