You were drunk and you were surly
In Latino lover mode
We all know what's on your agenda
You have broken the code
Oh, I've got no right to lay claim to her fame
She's not my possession
Get your hands off of my woman, motherfucker
Get your hands off of my woman, motherfucker
Octoped, 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 shelf
Oh, I've got no right to lay claim to her fame
But you soiled my obsession
Get 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, motherfucker
Get your hands
Get your hands
Get your hands
Get your hands
Motherfucker
Get your hands
Get your hands
Get your hands
Motherfucker