You the Man, T
Mr T, can't you see
Its not the time for you to flee
So your roles have gone away
and you've seen a better day
Like when you were an A-Team king
With gold chains and gold rings
Tank tops and mohawks were all the rage
You wore tight shorts in your Rocky Days
But Stallone was the fall of you
Because his Yo's overtook your Fool's
Soon your career went very cold
and all your money was spent on gold
No one wanted you to act
and they could hardly take your flak
But don't lose hope, Mr T
You'll always have a fan in me
Even though you're broke and missed
You fill my life with utter bliss
Its not the time for you to flee
So your roles have gone away
and you've seen a better day
Like when you were an A-Team king
With gold chains and gold rings
Tank tops and mohawks were all the rage
You wore tight shorts in your Rocky Days
But Stallone was the fall of you
Because his Yo's overtook your Fool's
Soon your career went very cold
and all your money was spent on gold
No one wanted you to act
and they could hardly take your flak
But don't lose hope, Mr T
You'll always have a fan in me
Even though you're broke and missed
You fill my life with utter bliss
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