Mr. Smooth

-The Weavers

INTRO 0:12

Mr. Smooth, we all dig you,
But keep your hands out of our affairs.
I'll tell you right now we don't need you,
And we all know that you're a squa-a-are.

Yeah, Murray, you're L7.
This is a message from the youth.
You sure ain't goin' to heaven.
You don't even know the truth.

: Mr. Smooth (na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na)...
Mr. Smooth....
He wear a long black trenchcoat keep it buttoned up with a tie.
At the beach he wear dark glasses just to keep all the girls off his eyes.

Now, he's always saying that
A new government's the real solution.
But he's all talk, so why don't we
Forget him and have a revolution?

: Mr. Smooth (na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na)...
Mr. Smooth....
He keep the top button buttoned 'cause he don't got no hair on his chest.
And he don' like rock music, but he listens to us and all the rest.

Mr. Smooth, yes it's up now.
You're a disgrace to your mommy.
We saw you waving your red flag.
Yes, we know you're a commie.

: Mr. Smooth (na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na)...
Mr. Smooth....
Yes, he's a red-blood commie, and he keeps his crewcut under his hat.
Druggin' like a druggie till he don' know where he's at.

I take it back, we do need you.
To our society you're an example.
We've all heard of devolution,
But you're the first time we've seen a sample.

: Mr. Smooth (na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na)...
Mr. Smooth....
He ride on a tricycle, 'cause he can't even drive a car.
And when he isn't streakin' you can find him at the nudist bar.

Please go back there to Mars.
We don't really need you here.
You're a disgrace to the human race, and
Your attitude is one to fear.

: Mr. Smooth (na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na)...
Mr. Smooth....
He alway little shaky 'cause he alway go round high all the time.
The way that he tests you, well he lean on you and that is a crime.

Mr. Smooth likes Ed Tenney.
In fact, he worships him as a god.
But that's probably 'cause Eddie
Digs him and he's after his bod.

: Mr. Smooth (na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na)...
Mr. Smooth....
The Group has condemned him, and the wages of his sin is death.
He die if he don't get us first. You know what we mean if you've smelled his breath.

Mr. Smooth (na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na)...
Mr. Smooth....
Mr. Smooth (na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na)...
Mr. Smooth....

FADE