Get Your Hands Off My Woman - Live at Wembley, 2004 Songtext
von The Darkness

One thing you must always remember to do
Is get your fucking hands off my woman, motherfucker

You were blind, now you′re blind
Hit the ceiling of a motherfucker
We all know what's on your agenda
You′ve been put under cover

I've got no right to lay claim to a thing
You're not my possession
You′re

Get your hands off of my woman, motherfucker
Get your hands off of my woman, motherfucker

I can′t bear your persistent scrutiny
It's a cure deep into yourself
We have to burn it to a deep memory
To be left to all the shelf

I′ve got no right to lay claim to a thing
It's not my obsession
You′re


Get your hands off of my woman, motherfucker
Get your hands off of my woman, motherfucker

Let's have your hands where I can see them

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


I′m fuckin' knackered
Six shows, seven days
They said it couldn't be done, not by us
They weren′t far off
But you guys have been brilliant tonight, so it′s kinda
Makes it all worthwhile, you know?
But you'll forgive me if I have a small sit down, won′t you?
At Wembley, I'm sitting down at Wembley
Are you booing me?
Boo
I′m not allowed to sit down, sorry, sorry
Fuckin' hell, I′ll be with you
Motherf
Sounds like, um, a squeaky door, maybe, gas escaping
Sounds shit, that's the bottom line
You gonna sing up, you gonna give it something?
From the bottom of your lungs, proudly, assuredly, asserting
Motherf
Motherf
Motherf
Fuckin', fuckin′ fucker
Just make the loudest sound you can make right now
That′ll do, won't it?