Or, to put it another way:
Billy Jean is not his lover,
He went to bed with her little brother…
Anyway, talking of Michael Jackson, I somehow forgot to tell you about the following conversation which took place between my dad, my mum and I late one Tuesday evening last November:
D: That Michael Jackson was a talented lad.
M: Yes he was.
R: Pity he turned out the way he did—barking mad and everything.
D: Isn't it sad about his brother?
M&R: Which brother?
D: Merrill, or something like that—he's wheelchair-bound these days.
R: Is he?
D: Yes. I saw him on the telly.
M: No he's not! You're thinking of the Osmonds!