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 motherfarmer

Get your hands off my woman motherfarmer



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 motherfarmer

Get your hands off my woman motherfarmer

Get your hands off my woman motherfarmer

Get your hands off my woman motherfarmer

Ow!

Get your hands off my woman motherfarmer

Get your hands off my woman motherfarmer