He Just Called Me Michael Jackson, O, Michael Jackson, Come Here!

Though no dancer I am, but he just called me Michael Jackson, O, Michael Jackson, come here And hearing his name, Started I dancing At my home, in the office, At the shopping mall, Into the lanes! Whether sitting or standing, smiling or talking, in lungi or pants Started I dancing, dancing And breaking the limbs And rolling down Taking together, Whoever be nearer to me. As such had been the spell of his, The magic of his name That started I dancing, Shaking the waist, The limbs, Twisting and turning myself. Rounding a handkerchief around the neck Just as a tie, Upping the goggles overhead, Started I dancing, Desirous of making the audience dance. Though no Michael Jackson am I, he just called me Out of joke, O, Michael Jackson, come here And started I dancing Merely with his saying, Though no Jackson am I! Jackson is Jackson, Michael Jackson, Only one And people dancing merely at the sight of his And he making them dance anytime anywhere, Even fanatics, zealots and moral police shaking And the earth tuning beneath their legs, I may go emulating, but cannot be Michael Jackson.