Come and listen to a story about a boy named Mike
Whose Sex'ual advances, his neighbor didn't like,
Then one day after shooting in the tree,
Mike killed the girl and said "I'm Kennedy".
Kin that is, Mass blood, Uncle Ted.

Well it took many years to get enough to try,
Some folk said "Mike Skakal you must die"
The Judge banged his gavel said "Twenty Years to Life"
Then he sent him up the river where Mike became a wife.
Bitch, that is. Pleasure ******, through the bars.

Mike Skakal's now in prison, he's lucky he's alive
Or maybe he's not guilty or should only serve just five
Lotsa folks objected said this doesn't sound like Mike
But the jury didn't buy it, and told him take a hike

Well now it's time to say hello to some of Mike's new kin.
And they would like to thank you folks for sendin' Mike to them
We're not allowed to print this but you know how cons can be
They've had a heapin helpin of Mike the Kennedy
Skakal that is. He's in hell, Take his laces off.
He'll bend over, y'hear?.