Michael has golden hands Michael has golden hands And he'll shoot his way out of the ghetto Michael has golden hands And Michael has dreams and plans And he'll shoot his way out of the ghetto
Michael was born on the ghetto streets of Harlem And he knows there can only be one way out for him Every day you can see him practicing basketball He is growing tall Soon he'll be able to touch the rim Come on do your homework as mama keeps saying But Michael knows that ain't where it's at He knows he's got to keep on playing He knows he's got to keep on playing
Cause Michael has golden hands Michael has golden hands And he'll shoot his way out of the ghetto Michael has golden hands And Michael has dreams and plans And he'll shoot his way out of the ghetto
Michael is the pride of the street And the neighborhood people And in him they can see themselves make a better way So the smile when they see him practicing playing basketball He loves them all, he's that kinda of a kid they say Winter comes and goes And people strive in Harlem Michael eats and sleeps basketball And dreams of playing in the garden He'll be playing in the garden
Cause Michael has golden hands Michael has golden hands And he'll shoot his way out of the ghetto Michael has golden hands And Michael has dreams and plans And he'll shoot his way out of the ghettoTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
