You were drunk and you were surly
In Latino lover mode
We all know what's on your agenda
You have broken the codeOh, I've got no right to lay claim to her fame
She's not my possessionGet your hands off of my woman, motherfucker
Get your hands off of my woman, motherfuckerOctoped, you've got six heads too many
And you can't keep them to yourself
You're too fat and old to marry
So they left you on the shelfOh, I've got no right to lay claim to her fame
But you soiled my obsessionGet your hands off of my woman, motherfucker
Get your hands off of my woman, motherfucker
Get your hands off of my woman, motherfucker
Get your hands off of my woman, motherfucker
Ow!
Get your hands off of my woman, motherfucker
Get your hands off of my woman, motherfuckerGet your hands
Get your hands
Get your hands
Get your hands
Motherfucker
Get your hands
Get your hands
Get your hands
Motherfucker
Songwriters
HAWKINS, DANIEL FRANCIS / POULLAIN-PATTERSON, FRANCIS GILLES / GRAHAM, EDWIN JAMES / HAWKINS, JUSTIN DAVIDPublished by
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group