Get your hands off my woman
(clean version)
You are drunk and surly
In Latino lover mode
We all know what's on your agenda
We've broken the code
I've got no right to lay claim to her frame
She's not my possession
You coconut.
Get your hands off my woman Mother Farmer
Get your hands off my woman Mother Farmer
Octoped, you've got six hands too many
And you can't keep them to yourself
You're too fat and too old to marry
So they left you on the shelf
I've got no right to lay claim to her frame
But you soiled my obsession
You coconut.
Get your hands off my woman Mother Farmer
Get your hands off my woman Mother Farmer
Get your hands off my woman Mother Farmer
Get your hands off my woman Mother Farmer
Ow!
Get your hands off my woman Mother Farmer
Get your hands off my woman Mother Farmer
