Letra de 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

Stab on the Ave., a bag of green grass
Young teen 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
Strip up, so stiffs up, I stay for my taste with Dontay Illiterate,
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 ABC´s
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, he´s Mr. Wrong
And maybe you should listen to the words in this song
Word on the 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
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´s 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