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