Mister Holland

Hello, Mister Holland And Rosie may come out and play She's a good girl now Won't be no trouble, no how By the way, Mister Holland I like the way you make no trouble of my skin It's not a problem Nor has it ever been You invited me into your home Treated me like I was grown I was only eighteen And Rosie was a beauty queen Hello, Mister Holland And Rosie may come out and play I'm a good boy now Won't be no trouble, no how By the way, Mister Holland I like the way you treat me like a regular Joe I wanted a soda And you said Rosie could go Anyway, I like your style Seemed like I'll be around for a while We can talk about a country mile And listen to a blues record, check it out, oh Hello, Mister Holland And Rosie may come out and play It's a good world now Won't be no trouble, no how, hmm And by the way, Mister Holland I like the way you treat me like a regular being My name is not a problem And oh, it never will Anyway, I like your way People ought to be able to play And keep your soul as black as the night When you walk in straight into the light Oh, now Anyhow, I like your way People ought to be able to play Keep your soul as black as the night As you walk into the brighter light Mama used to fear for me When you walk out in the world, you see Some people will fear your face and name But Mister Holland, don't play that game Oh, Mister Holland Oh, Mister Holland Oh, Mister Holland Oh, always treat me right Ayy, Mister Holland Oh, Mister Holland Oh, Mister Holland Oh, Mister Holland always treat me right Mister Holland Hey, Mister Holland Thank you, Mister Holland You sure 'nuff treat me right Mister Holland Hey, Mister Holland Hey, Mister Holland But you always treat me right, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh no, oh --- Mister Holland - Gregory Porter