Late in my early teenage, I was considered fast
While some of the girls were failing, I passed in every class
Our principal's name was Christian and I played upon his fears
In exchange 4 my diploma, I loved him through the years
CHORUS:
Happy birthday Mr. Christian, what are we gonna do?
U want a teenage past-time, I want a love that's true
A man in your position, U oughta be ashamed
Happy birthday Mr. Christian, why can't U live up 2 your name?
It was only the first semester but my body developed quick
Compared 2 the size of my chest then, all the other girls looked sick
Mr. Christian stared at me always, desire turned 2 pain
I suggested we go 2 his office and that's when the lunch bell rang
CHORUS
Oh Mr. Christian, U're a bad boy
Why that's not a pencil ... shame
Oh Mr. Christian, U're a bad boy
Why can't U live up 2 your name?
We had our love down to an art form
Each act was like scenes from a play (Every act ...)
With every lesson I gave him
Mr. Christian gave me an A
I graduated with honors
A riddle 2 everyone
Everyone except Christian
Mr. Christian and I, and our son (Mr. Christian, me and our son)
CHORUS {repeat twice in BG}
What are we gonna do?
I want a love that's true
U oughta be ashamed
Why can't U live up 2 your name?
What are we gonna do?
No tengo tiempo para jugar {I have no time 2 play games}
Necesito un hombre verdadero, no metido {I need a real man, not a liar}
Always a man
Tú sí que no te enteras, chaval, OK? {U don't understand, boy, OK?}
Qué hacemos? {What are we gonna do?}
Habla fuerte que no te oigo! {Speak louder cuz I can't hear U!}
Christian! Christian! Christian!
Oh Mr. Christian, U're a bad boy
Christian
Give me some horns, oh
I like it
Christian! {x4}
Happy birthday 2 U, happy birthday 2 U
Happy birthday Mr. Christian, happy birthday 2 U
Happy birthday, Mr. Christian
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