| One day in a Youth Center, Mr. T spoke To the Youth Center youth. What he said was no joke: |
| "Stay in school little Billy, you too Jilly-Jewel, Or you'll end up nobody, but somebody's fool!" |
| But as Mr. T talked, all the kids heard a sound. A crashity, bashity, bumping around! |
| So, Mr. T turned, and he said, "Who was that?!" "It was I," said the cat who now sat on their mat. |
| "Come with me, Mr. T," this stranger did plead, "For the Gleepers in Gleepville a hero do need." |
| Mr. T, though, protested. He thought he'd remain... Til he saw his reward - a whole bunch of gold chains!!! |
| "And how shall we get there," the hatted cat asked, "Should we ride on the backs of Per-Yakkity Yaks? |
| Or Climb into a Blaster, blast up in its Blast?" "We'll take my van, fool," Mr. T said, "It's fast." |
| So they hopped in the top of his GMC van And drove at great speed to that whimsical land! |
| "The problem in Gleepville," the cat soon announced, "Is that meanestest misanthrope, Mister McMounce." |
| "He's been stealing milk from poor little Gleepettes And erasing The A-Team re-runs from cassettes." |
| "I pity that fool," Mr. T then pronounced, "Cuz I'm gonna throw that low-downy McMounce!" |
| So, T drove to the house of this miserable man, Up the hill in his customized GMC van, |
| Til he got to the door, where he knocked and he knocked, And he pushed on the door, but the lock, it was locked! |
| Well, T, he was strong, and burst in unannounced To the miserable house of that meany McMounce, |
| But he stared in surprise at the vision he viewed. "Mr. T," said McMounce, "I look just like YOU!" |
| "No way," replied T, "You look nothing like I - From your plasticky chains to your spectacled eyes! And your hair doesn't puff in a tuft from your head, But is clumped on the sides, with a baldspot instead." |
| And you don't have a fast moving van like I do, But you get around town on the backs of Ger-goos." |
| "I challenge you, T, to a contest of sorts, In the toughestest ring of all roughly tough sports! |
| You'll follow all rules, for to make you compliant, The ref refereeing is Andre the Giant!" |
| Mr. T, he just glared at this hairless McMounce, Til he got an attack from the back with a pounce - |
| For the ref was not reffing. The two had connived! But, T would fight back. He's the toughest alive. |
| Then Mr. T twisted and turned him around Til the top of his head hit the floor of the ground. |
| And he lifted the Giant up high with his hands, And tossed him aloft over Gleepers and land! |
| But, McMounce, he persisted, and told Mr. T "I'll toss you right back with my tossing machine. |
| I built it with doo-dads and thing-a-ma-bobs, So my Toss-o-ma-matic is right for the job!" |
| "No way sucka," said T, "You're not tough, you're just mean. I won't ever get thrown by no throwin' machine!" "Well then," said this fool, "My Ga-Grabber will Grab ya..." "Shut up," replied T, "That's enough Jibba Jabba." |
| "In fact, I'll fight back, and build one of my own, With this Throw-a-ma-riffic, you're sure to get thrown!" |
| And McMounce begged for mercy. He cried, "All is lost. I can stop being mean. I don't want to be tossed." |
| "Sorry, fool." T responded, "You're goin' straight up." And up he did go. Up. Up. Up. Up. Up. Up. |
| Til he crashed on the planet of Scobbity-Zox Where a sock-eating Guggledy-gock ate his socks. |
| If you ask any Gleepers about it, they'll say That McMounce's black eye grew three sizes that day. And the moral we've learned: Mr. T never fails Cuz the toughness he musters will always prevail. |
