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