Who that dude sleepin' with ya girlfriend

Gettin' nude and rude in your bed

Same dude that your sister like

Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right



Who that man in the black Sedan

With two cheap hookers and a Mexican

Pumpin' white lines, sippin' warm Coors Light

Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right



Stab on the ave, on the back of green grass

Young teen on the scene, no future, no past

I don't know nothin' 'bout nothin' so don't ask nothin'

'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 whistles when he's rubbed

The wrong way, Mickey Avalon song playing

Strippers so strip's up, entrees for Dante Alighieri

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 sister like

Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right



Who that man in the black Sedan

With two cheap hookers and a Mexican

Pumpin' white lines, sippin' warm Coors Light

Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right



Radio can't wait to play me

From K-Rock in L.A. to rooftops in Haiti

Hey baby, he's Mr. Wrong

And maybe you should listen to the words 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 tube socks

Tight gray Levi's and shirts with polka dots

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 got me ready to play

Anytime, anyplace, anywhere, any day

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 sister like

Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right



Who that man in the black Sedan

With two cheap hookers and a Mexican

Pumpin' white lines, sippin' warm Coors Light

Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right