Keep Your Hands Off My Girl Songtext
von Good Charlotte

Let the record play
Let the record play
Let the record play

The way that you dance
The way that you move
The way that you stare at me across the room

You carry Dior bags
And you got your Chanel
You wear Louis Vuitton, HG and YSL

Now I got Bathing Ape, I got DCMA
I got brass knuckles hanging
From my neck in my chain

I got a model 26
But she stays in her place
I got a Kershaw neatly
Tucked inside in my waist

And the record keeps playing
The same old song
The hipsters mean-muggin′ on me all night long


They say, ah-ha, ah-ha
Keep your hands off my girl
Keep your hands off my girl

They say, ah-ha, ah-ha
But the record keeps playing
The same old song

They say, ah-ha, ah-ha
Keep your hands off my girl
Keep your hands off my girl

Now she sweating my friends
And my hurricane shoes
She likes the records I spin
My Adam Barton tattoos

But she can't say what′s up
So what does she do?
She just stays posted up
The other side of the room

I got AMC tattooed on my hand
I got black wall street on a black bandanna

And the record keeps playing
The same old song
The hipsters mean-muggin' on me all night long


They say, ah-ha, ah-ha
Keep your hands off my girl
Keep your hands off my girl

They say, ah-ha, ah-ha
But the record keeps playing
The same old song

They say, ah-ha, ah-ha
Keep your hands off my girl
Keep your hands off my girl

She, she, she don't wanna talk about it
He, he, he wants to fight about
Me, me, I don′t wanna fight about it
I just wanna be about it
I′m just trying to stay about it

Step out the wagon
You know the boy starts to hate
The girl that came with him
Less like that's not the boy she dates

They get to fighting and swearing
And now the boyfriend is staring
The disco ball on the ceiling
Looks like the chain that I′m wearing
But the music keeps playing

I got brass knuckles hanging
From my neck in my chain
I got brass knuckles hanging
From my neck in my chain

And the record keeps playing
The same old song
The hipsters mean-muggin' on me all night long
They say, ah-ha, ah-ha
Keep your hands off my girl
Keep your hands off my girl

And the record keeps playing
The same old song
The hipsters mean-muggin′ on me all night long
They say, ah-ha, ah-ha
Keep your hands off my girl
Keep your hands off my girl

You carry Dior bags
And you got your Chanel
You wear Louis Vuitton, HG, and YSL
Now I got Bathing Ape, I got DCMA
I got brass knuckles hanging
From my neck in my chain
I got brass knuckles hanging
From my neck in my chain