"Say, Jim... 2ho's this dude, walking down the street, looking like he in or something?"

"They call him Cool"

"Who?"

"Mr. Cool."

"Awgh... Jim"

They call me Cool

Because I got more glide in my stride and more dip in my hip

And I wear a mean dark pair of shades

And you can't see my eyes unless my head is bent

No jive, give me five

They call me Cool

Mr. Cool

I drive a long white pig

White on white in white – you dig?

Now, girls, I don't mean to be an agitator

But when I get moving, I'm a smooth operator

No jive, give me five

They call me Cool

Mr. Cool

I used to fool around with the president's ol' lady

I used to call her Sister Sadie

Now don't y'all go and get saddity

'Cause you know darn well that I am pretty

They call me Cool

Mr. Cool

Now I was the first man on the moon, in a satellite

If y'all wondering why y'all didn't see me, it's 'cause I left at night

And when I planted my flag and made my claim

I turned to the moonfolks and hollered, "What's my name?!?"

And they called me "Cool"

"Mr. Cool"

("Oh, Mr. Cool...!")

Hey!

They call me Cool ("Mr. Cool!")

(Go away, baby, I ain't got time right now... I--I'll see you tonight, maybe)

("Oh, you're so cool!")

Hey!

They call me Cool

("Hi, Mr. Cool! Can I be... can I be as cool as you, Mr. Cool?")

("Haa, oh, baby, you're so cool!")