Strictly Mr. T Lyrics - Megan Slankard

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!"