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Who that dude sleepin' with ya girlfriend Gettin' nude and rude in your bed Same dude that your sista like Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right Who that man in the black Sedan With two cheap hookers and a Mexican Puffin' white lines, sippin' warm Coors light Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right Slab on the Ave., a bag of green grass Young chino on the scene, no future, no past I don't know nothing 'bout nothing so don't ask nothing '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 little bit country and a little bit punk I got a Pistol named Sunny that whisltes when he's rubbed The wrong way Mickey Avalon song playing Strippers so strip's up,entrees for Dante Illiterate, I seen a better day Wine and cheese, fine lady's and lemonade Gettin' paid for rymns like these And I never even learned to say my ABC With ADD I rock the beat Like AC/DC, Deeds Done Cheep Who that dude sleepin' with ya girlfriend Gettin' nude and rude in your bed Same dude that your sista like Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right Who that man in the black Sedan With two cheap hookers and a Mexican Puffin' white lines, sippin' warm Coors light Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right Radio can't wait to play me From K-Rock in LA to roof tops in Haiti Hey baby, it's Mr. Wrong And maybe you should listen to the work 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 tubesocks Tight grey Levis and shirts with polkadots Rolex watch but it's fake Gogezelle glasses and a platinum chain But it's fake, like your tits And your eyes and your nose and your lips and your braids But the miss in LA got me ready to play Anytime, anyplace, anywhere, anyday Every night on the Strip I slip and slide I'm that guy, call me Mr. Right Who that dude sleepin' with ya girlfriend Gettin' nude and rude in your bed Same dude that your sista like Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right Who that man in the black Sedan With two cheap hookers and a Mexican Puffin' white lines, sippin' warm Coors light Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right |