oh man, annie

oh man, annie
are you walking?
here he comes
i can hear him talking.

he wore the blue shirt
had the white hat
he took the microphone
where the fat lady sat

a feather on her face
tapping the warehouse floor
he didn't need permission
to be breaking down her door

he was the cool cat
playing the piano
running up the stairs
the only way to go

a smooth criminal
smoking gun in his hand
jumping on the stage
with Annie and her band

they were dressed in red
hips shaking sexy air
nine pool balls rolling
moon walking everywhere

black & white lovers
dancing throughout the night
they heard him singing
say everything's alright

i hear him calling
so annie get your gun
grab your red jacket
your babys' on the run

oh man, annie
are you walking?