Music Video: Good Charlotte - Keep Your Hands Off My Girl

Lyrics to Keep Your Hands Off My Girl by 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 Louie Vitton, HG, and YSL,
Now I got got what you need,
I got DCMA
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck and my chain,
I got a model 26,
But she stays in her place,
I got a kershaw neatly,
Tucked inside of my waist.

[Chorus:]
And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipsters be mugging on me all night long,
They said(Aha, aha),
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl,
They said (Aha, aha),
But the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
They said (Aha, aha),
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl.

Now she's sweatin 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 at,
The other side of the room,
I got AMC tattooed on my hand,
I got black wall street on a black bandana.

[Chorus:]
And the record keeps playin,
The same old song,
The hipsters be mugging on me all night long,
They say (Aha, aha),
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl,
They say (Aha, aha),
But the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
They say (Aha, aha),
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 boys start to hate,
The girl that came with them,
looks like that's not the boy she dates,
They get the fightin and swearing,
And now the boyfriend is starin,
The disco ball on the ceiling,
Looks like the chain that I'm wearing,
But the music keeps playin,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
from my neck and my chain,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
from my neck and my chain.

And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipsters be mugging on me all night long,
They say (Aha, aha),
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl,
And the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
The hipsters be mugging on me all night long,
They say (Aha, aha),
Keep your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl.

You carry Dior bags,
And you got your Chanel,
You wear Louie Vitton, HG, and YSL
Now I got what you need,
I got DCMA
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck and my chain,
I got brass knuckles hanging,
From my neck and my chain.