Megan Slankard - Strictly Mr. T Lyrics
Strictly Mr. Thompson goes to work everydayExcept Saturdays, Sundays, and national holidays—He leaves at threeHe used to leave at fourBut the commute over the AltamontWas too much for him—Cars blocked all possible exits and escape was unlikelyWell, today he slammed the sleep button down so hardThe radio sounded just like chip and daleHe said, “I refuse to go on this wayI need a little holidayI'll be back in a few hours honey!”And he hopped into the automobileHe said, “bye baby!Good day hey!”Strictly Mr. T pulled over to the rest stopFor one to smoke a cigarette (though he quit)And for another 'cause he lost his wayBut hell the view was beautifulHe called her on the cell phonebut it kept going in and out of analog roam and so he said“Bye baby!Good day hey!”Strictly Mr. T goes to work everydayExcept Saturdays, Sundays, and “I can't take it days”His boss doesn't seem to mind as long as T works overtimeIt 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!”
