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Mr. T was my hero,
In 1985.
Sat watching the A-Team
While it was alive.
But from there he went downhill,
No sight from some years.
Then on one fateful evening
I saw the end of his career
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I pity the fool
That messes with me.
Now go call your mama:
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Yeah
I remember on Rocky
And all the pain that he brought.
Now he does a commercial
And Stallone is on top.
Gold chains around his neck,
Killer mohawk on head.
Patriotism was his middle name,
Now he wishes, wishes that he was dead.
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REMIX:
Mr. T, Mr. T
He was the man I wanted to be.
I saw him here, I saw him there;
He was on my underwear.
With his mohawk standing high
Golden chains shine in my eye.
What happened to the man with the golden "T";
Where on earth can he be?
He saved the day with his big guns;
It was violent, it was fun.
In a black van they rushed to the scene,
Justice was their ultimate dream.
He stands for freedom and he stands for truth;
Mess with him and you lose a tooth.
With the A-Team he did roll,
Mess with him and you gotta pay the toll.
Mr. T, Mr. T
He was the man I wanted to be.
I saw him here, I saw him there,
Now I don't see him anywhere.
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