Verse:

YEA!
Well he’s got his beer and he’s got his guns, he seems to have it all
Shakin’ his fist to eighties hits, no way that he can fall
He’s even got the ladies screamin’ as he mounts his bike
But only I’ve got what he dreams of in the middle of the nite!

Chorus:

If you wanna bring him down, you gotta hit below the belt
I got the power, I got the fire, to make him burn, to make him melt
Mulletor is just a man and so he has no chance
I got everything he needs; He can’t resist my leather pants

Verse:

I can bring down Mulletor, and I can do it fast
I’ll turn his head so far around; he’ll look down at his own ass!
I’ll make him forget who he is and what he has to do
And when he runs away with me, I’ll bring right to you!

Chorus:

Verse:

Stonewashed jeans, eighties metal scenes
Are fine for a pissed stained bar
But with Mulletor only leather pants will get you very far!

Chorus:

©mulletormusic 2006