Who that dude sleepin' with ya girlfriendGettin' 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
