Oh... this is so sad, Mr. T. Some songs have to throw in a few stupid lines to rhyme with the good ones. That's just the way it is. But this song rhymes stupid lines with stupider lines. Composer: "Shit. I need to write a song about mothers for this retarded Mr. T video by tonight." Composer's Pal: "How about putting in a bunch of words that rhyme with mother?" Composer: "Brilliant. I wish tits rhymed with mother. Your mom has huge ones."