Letra Strictly mr. t Megan Slankard

Strictly mr. t

Strictly Mr. Thompson goes to work everyday
Except Saturdays, Sundays, and national holidays
—He leaves at three
He used to leave at four
But the commute over the Altamont
Was too much for him
—Cars blocked all possible exits and escape was unlikely

Well, today he slammed the sleep button down so hard
The radio sounded just like chip and dale
He said, “I refuse to go on this way
I need a little holiday
I'll be back in a few hours honey!”
And he hopped into the automobile

He said, “bye baby!
Good day hey!”

Strictly Mr. T pulled over to the rest stop
For one to smoke a cigarette (though he quit)
And for another 'cause he lost his way
But hell the view was beautiful
He called her on the cell phone
but it kept going in and out of analog roam and so he said

“Bye baby!
Good day hey!”

Strictly Mr. T goes to work everyday
Except Saturdays, Sundays, and “I can't take it days”
His boss doesn't seem to mind as long as T works overtime
It will not get deducted from his pay from his pay

“From your pay and have a good day!”
Bye baby!
Bye baby!
Good day hey!”