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Mr. Always Right
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Lyrics: Robert Baitinger
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Robert Baitinger, a songwriter from Germany
For songwriters who dont sing or perform it is extremely hard to make ones mark in the music business because they dont have a platform to present and promote their work. This is more or less the situation that I, Robert Baitinger, a songwriter from Germany, have been confronted with since I started writing songs in 1978. My idea is to complement my songwriting capabilities with the "helping hands" of excellent artists, musicians and innovative producers. In the age of the internet it has become easier to communicate and collaborate with musicians and producers all over the world. I am utilizing the internet and pursuing the idea of a conceptual studio band with a frequently changing lineup of artists. I call this project the "Rob B. Project" since I supply the melodies and/or lyrics of a song and other musicians/producers/songwriters contribute their talents and skills to make it come to life.
Song Info
Genre
Jazz Jazz Fusion
Author
Lyrics: Robert Baitinger Music: Suno V5
Uploaded
October 25, 2025
Track Files
MP3
MP3 7.6 MB 320 kbps 3:20
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WAV 36.6 MB
Lyrics
Mr. Always Right Whoa, Mr. Always Right [Verse] He's got a PhD in every thread A keyboard crown upon his head Scroll too far, you'll feel the flame He's calling names and spreading blame [Pre-chorus] He don't argue no, he educates And when he's cornered, he elevates [Chorus] Whoa, Mr. Always Right Preaching loud into the night He's the storm that stirs the fight He vents, he bites, ignites the site Whoa, Mr. Always Right [Break] [Verse] You can talk about love, or cars, or pie But mention politics oh my, oh my! His face turns red, the caps lock flies The thread explodes, and reason dies [Pre-chorus] He don't argue no, he educates And when he's cornered, he elevates [Chorus] Whoa, Mr. Always Right Preaching loud into the night He's the storm that stirs the fight He vents, he bites, ignites the site Whoa, Mr. Always Right [Bridge] He's the maestro of the meltdown (the meltdown) A poet of the feud (of the feud) He'll twist your words to fit his mood Then blame you for being rude [Breakdown spoken] Now listen, I'm not aggressive. I'm just correct. [Interlude] [Chorus] Whoa, Mr. Always Right Preaching loud into the night He's the storm that stirs the fight He vents, he bites, ignites the site Whoa, Mr. Always Right [Outro] He vents, he bites, he picks a fight Whoa, Mr. Always Right.
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