Mr. Right (Explicit Version)

Who that dude sleepin' wit' ya girlfriend?

Gettin' nude and rude in yo' bed?

Same dude that your sister like

Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right

Who that man in the black sedan

With two cheap hookers and a Mexican?

Bumpin' white lines, sippin' warm Coors Light

Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right

Staph on the ave, a bag of green grass

Young teen on the scene, no future, no past

I don't know nothin' 'bout nothin'

So don't ask nothin'

'Cause I only be talkin' out my ass

Somethin' smells fishy and I don't know what

But I got a hunch it's your lady

I'm a little bit country and little bit punk

I got a pistol named Sunny

That whistles when he's rubbed

The wrong way, Mickey Avalon song's playin'

Strip up, so strip some

Asti Spumante

With Dante Alighieri, I seen a better day

Wine and cheese, fine ladies, and lemonade

Gettin' paid for rhymes like these

And I never even learned to say my ABCs

With ADD, I rock the beat

Like AC/DC, deeds done cheap

Who that dude sleepin' wit' ya girlfriend?

Gettin' nude and rude in yo' bed?

Same dude that your sister like

Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right

Who that man in the black sedan

With two cheap hookers and a Mexican?

Bumpin' white lines, sippin' warm Coors Light

Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right

Radio can't wait to play me

From KROQ in LA to rooftops in Haiti

Hey baby, he's Mr. Wrong

And maybe you should listen to the words in this song

Bird on a wire, your skirt's on fire

Now please take a moment to admire my attire

Fresh white valleys and pink tube socks

Tight gray Levi's and shirts with polka dots

Rolex watch, but it's fake

Gold Gazelle glasses and a platinum chain

But it's fake, like your tits

And your eyes and your nose

And your lips and your braids

The glitz in LA got me ready to play

Anytime, any place, anywhere, any day

Every night on the strip, I slip and slide

I'm that guy, call me Mr. Right

Who that dude sleepin' wit' ya girlfriend?

Gettin' nude and rude in yo' bed?

Same dude that your sister like

Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right

Who that man in the black sedan

With two cheap hookers and a Mexican?

Bumpin' white lines, sippin' warm Coors Light

Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right