I actually started writing this version August 27 according to my calculus notebook, but I never finished it. Until now, that is. Slightly different from your version, but I like it nonetheless. Lyrics in parentheses are where T-Pain/Foxworth would repeat the word. The song is set slightly before Mote retires, I suppose.
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Mote: Woah! Free band camp for three! Now who should I take? Rice...
Mr. Rice: Yes!
Mote: And...(Ignoring Stallings) Foxworth!
Mr. Foxworth: Cool!
Foxworth: Bethay!
Mote: Aw, s**t! Get your horns ready; It's about to go down! Everybody in the place get on the f***in' field, but stay on your mother f***ing' toes; I'm runnin' this. Let's go!
Mote: I'm Mr. Mote! (He's Mr. Mote) I'm Mr. Mote! (He's Mr. Mote) Everybody look at me 'cuz my name is Mr. Mote! (Name is Mr. Mote)
Mote: I'm Mr. Mote! (He's Mr. Mote) I'm Mr. Mote! (He's Mr. Mote) Take a good hard look at the f***in' Mr. Mote! (Mote Yea)
Mote: I'm Mr. Mote, mother f***er; take a look at me! Got my students playin' scales straight from A to G. Got my wand* ready, tryin' to conduct every note! You can't stop me, mother f***er, 'cuz I'm Mr. Mote!
Rice: Better listen, trick! (Trick) He's Mr. Mote, bitch! Takin' weeks off from his job because he's so rich! Got his helmet on, and his motorcycle. He knows er'body with diabetes except for Michael.*
Mote: I'm standin' at the podium, conductin' beats and s**t! I'm being stupid, makin' everybody sick! But I ain't Stallings; no I'm a hundred times worse. I'm Mr. Mote, mother f***er, now it's time to rehearse!
Rice: He's Mr. Mote and...he's really bad and...He's abusin' his power over the whole band! He's the king of the brass and he's mad like Nero! He will kick your ass and give you a zero!
Mote: Get the f**k up; this Mote is real!
Rice: F**k class! He'll retire, mother f***er! (Mother f***er)
Rice: Hail brass and the brass choir, mother f***er! (Mother f***er)
Rice: He uses sick days to skip school, mother f***er! (Ay!)
Rice: His students think that he's a fool, mother f***er!
Mote: Hey, Ma! I bet you wonder why... (Wonder why)
Mote: I'm sittin' at my desk while the students cry! (Students cry)
Mote: I don't give a f**k; I'm bout to say good bye! (Say good bye)
Mote: Like Adolf Hitler, being hated really rocks!
Foxworth: Yea...Really gotta hate Mr. Mote!
Foxworth: He's makin' vomit come straight out of my throat!
Foxworth: Well, at least I...TOOK HIS JOOOOOOOOOOB. Wooooooooooah...
Foxworth: Never thought you'd see the day...
Foxworth: Where Mr. Mote decides to go away...
Foxworth: Believe me when I say...
Foxworth: YOU WON'T BE MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII(excessive amount of I's)SED
Mote: I'm Mr. Mote! I'm Mr. Mote! ( Everybody look at me 'cuz my name is Mr. Mote!
Mote: I'm Mr. Mote! I'm Mr. Mote! Take a good hard look at the f***in' Mr. Mote!
Foxworth: Be be bee...Be be be, be be be Bethay! Bethay! Yea, yea yea...
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Hope you enjoy. Took me about an hour to write and countless listening to the original to make it as close as possible. As for the asterisked words:
Wand refers to the conductor's baton used by conductors...or those who try to conduct, like Mote.
Nero refers to the tyrannic Emperor of Rome, commonly regarded as one of the most notorious and, quite frankly, worst Emperors of Rome next to Caligula.
