Mr. T lyrics | Who's it really about? |
MR. T, you don't have to wear that dress tonight, walk the streets for money. You don't care if it's wrong or right. | |
I'm MR. T, yes I'm the real T, all you other MR. Ts are just imitating. | |
Hang down your head, MR. T. Poor boy, you're bound to die. | |
Don't call my name, don't call my name, MR. T. I'm not your babe. | |
I'm watching MR. T full bloom. I hope that she will soon explode into one billion tastes and tunes. One billion angels come and hold her down. | |
M-I-S-T-E-R T. M-I-S-T-E-R T. Hey you, get off my cloud. You don't know me and you don't know my style. | |
Well, you came and you gave without taking, before I sent you away. Oh, MR. T! | |
I'm a MR. T girl in the MR. T world! Life in plastic, it's fantastic! | |
MR. T, MR. T, when will those clouds all disappear? MR. T MR. T, where will it lead us from here? | |
Dipping swords in metaphors, yeah, but what does he know? We're always one step behind him. He's MR. T. | |
Hey there, MR. T. I know times are getting hard. But just believe me, girl, one day I'll pay the bills with this guitar. | |
We're just three MCs and we're on the go. MR. T, Meshach, Abednego. | |
MR. T, I won't be soothed over, like smoothed over, like milk, silk, a bedspread or a quilt. | |
Come a little closer, huh, a will you huh, close enough to look in my eyes, MR. T. Keeping it a mystery really gets to me, running down the length of my thighs, MR. T. | |
| Mr. T lyrics | Who's it really about? |
I'm just trying to say the way school need teachers, the way Kathie Lee needed Regis, that's the way I need MR. T. | |
MR. T settled down in the valley, and he hung his wild years on a nail that he drove through his wife's forehead. | |
...Having done all this, he sought no second term. But precious few have mourned the passing of Mr. MR. T, our 11th president. | |
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood where lived a country boy by name of MR. T. | |
MR. T is not my lover. She's just a girl who claims that I am the one. | |
God bless you please, MR. T. Heaven holds a place for those who pray. Hey hey hey. | |
But when MR. T came out of the closet, it may not have been a big thing, but today we're one step closer to hearing the metal dudes sing, 'I wanna be, I wanna be a homosexual.' | |
Er war ein Virtuose. War ein Rockidol. Und alles rief: Come on and rock me, MR. T! | |
You and I will be as free as the birds in the trees. Oh, please stay with me, MR. T. | |
MR. T, MR. T baby. MR. T, can you come out tonight? Why don't you come out to my twist party? | |
Where did your long hair go? Where is that girl I used to know? How could you lose that happy glow? Oh, MR. T, no. | |
They say the bigger the headache, the bigger the pill, baby. Well call me the big pill: MR. T, the disco fiend with the monster sound, the cool ghoul with the bump transplant. | |
MR. T and me, we're going to be big stars. | |
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