Copyright © 2026 https://suno.com/@mich_bergde Mike Berg All rights reserved. Hello, yeah, this is Mike, my name don’t swing just ’cause it sounds so nice — it swings ’cause it rhymes just right, keeps the groove rollin’ all night. Hello, yeah, this is Mike, I’d really love to get your like. Listen close for just a while, I don’t know what I’m doin’ — but I try with style. Runnin’ through life, mostly blind, fell right into this, no master plan in mind. Like a lucky fool in borrowed shoes, now I’m standin’ here singin’ you the blues. Even if I get it wrong tonight, I’ll still sing it loud, no need to hide. No big secrets, no disguise, just a bow and a crooked smile. Yeah, this is Mike — I’d really love a like, oh a like, yeah! Come on baby, give me that like, oh baby, give me that like — then I shout — STRIKE! Now I’m standin’ at the bar, glass dry, mirror says: “Hey Mike, is this goodbye?” Jukebox cryin’, moon shines in, this whiskey glass ain’t doin’ me in. I laughed it off when it felt wrong, played it cool like I was always strong. But late at night when the aim is gone, I know exactly why my blues goes on. Even if I get it wrong tonight, I’ll still sing it loud, no need to hide. No big secrets, no disguise, just a bow and a crooked smile. Yeah, this is Mike — I’d really love a like, oh a like, yeah! Come on baby, give me that like, oh baby, give me that like — then I shout — STRIKE! — alright! Well… some folks are lookin’ for love, some just want the applause. I just need a little sign, baby, before they turn out the lights in this house… The hallway’s long, time’s out of line, a heart that hoped one too many times. Still I sing it, note by note, no silence here — I stay afloat. Maybe someone hears my sound, maybe not — but I stick around. Every song’s a piece of me, so if you stop — it ain’t for free. My best friend’s name is Spike, downstairs waitin’ — my heavy bike. Dressed head to toe in Nike style, that’s about it — just watch me smile. Yeah, this is Mike — I’d really love a like, oh a like, yeah! Come on baby, give me that like, oh baby, give me that like — you shout — “STRIKE!” Lights go down, the curtain falls, but I’m still hangin’ in your halls. If you hear me someday, man, then that was always my whole plan. Yeah… this is Mike… still the same old Mike… in a little heartbreak hotel — that’s all I got — goodnight. Yeah… this was Mike.
