Mr. Right Songtext

She canned that marriage
Out of sight
When she found a testicle
In the mouth of Mr. Right
Look at him, look at him, look, look, look
La, la, la
I says hey old mother-fixed balding boy
Here's one good goon that we can't blame
Hey they all cry
Here's one for the fruit-bin
Look at him, look at him, look, look, look
La, la, la
Twas a shriveled fruit on a wrinkled
Sack, sack, sack
Thinks my god, did I marry
That that that?
Look at him, look at him, look, look, look
Look at him, look at him
Shake, shake, shake