Who that dude sleepin' with ya girlfriend
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Gettin' nude and rude in your bed
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Same dude that your sister like
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Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right
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Who that man in the black Sedan
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With two cheap hookers and a Mexican
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Pumpin' white lines, sippin' warm Coors Light
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Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right
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Stab on the ave, on the back of green grass
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Young teen on the scene, no future, no past
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I don't know nothin' 'bout nothin' so don't ask nothin'
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'Cause I only be talkin' out my ass
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Somethin' smells fishy and I don't know what
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But I got a hunch it's your lady
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I'm little bit country and a little bit punk
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I got a pistol named Sunny that whistles when he's rubbed
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The wrong way, Mickey Avalon song playing
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Strippers so sip some asti spumanti with Dante Alighieri
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I seen a better day
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Wine, and cheese, fine ladies, and lemonade
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Gettin' paid for rhymes like these
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And I never even learned to say my ABC's
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With ADD I rock the beat
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Like AC/DC, deeds done cheep
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Who that dude sleepin' with ya girlfriend
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Gettin' nude and rude in your bed
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Same dude that your sister like
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Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right
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Who that man in the black Sedan
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With two cheap hookers and a Mexican
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Pumpin' white lines, sippin' warm Coors Light
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Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right
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Radio can't wait to play me
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From K-Rock in L.A. to rooftops in Haiti
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Hey baby, he's Mr. Wrong
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And maybe you should listen to the words in this song
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Bird on a wire, your skirt's on fire
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Now please take a moment to admire my attire
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Fresh white valleys and pink tube socks
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Tight gray Levi's and shirts with polka dots
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Rolex watch but it's fake
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Gold gazelle glasses and a platinum chain
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But it's fake, like your tits
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And your eyes, and your nose, and your lips, and your braids
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The glitz in LA got me ready to play
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Anytime, anyplace, anywhere, any day
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Every night on the Strip I slip and slide
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I'm that guy, call me Mr. Right
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Who that dude sleepin' with ya girlfriend
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Gettin' nude and rude in your bed
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Same dude that your sister like
|
Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right
|
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Who that man in the black Sedan
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With two cheap hookers and a Mexican
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Pumpin' white lines, sippin' warm Coors Light
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Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right
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Mr. Right
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| Mickey Avalon |
