Mr. Man

Hey Mr. Man Back off my girlfriend I see you staring Yeah, I know she's perfect Just 'cause we're at this bar Doesn't mean we want to talk We're not sisters or friends Umm, she's actually my girlfriend Hey Mr. Man So high and mighty Please don't show us Your tighty whities You're taking it too far So before we key your car We're not cousins or colleagues She's really my girlfriend Now why are you mad? You don't have to be sad about it baby Aren't you someone's dad So back off Hey Mr. Man Ba-ba-ba-back off Hey Mr. Man Mr. Mr. Mr. Man Creepin' on me In Trader Joe's I came for cheese You came for... hoes? Don't want to be seduced While I'm looking through the fruits I'm not interested in you Also I have a girlfriend How are you so naïve? Just take your dairy milk and leave Not tryin' to be mean But back off Hey Mr. Man Ba-ba-ba-back off Hey Mr. Man Ba-ba-back off Hey Mr. Man Ba-ba-ba-back off Hey Mr. Man Mr. Mr. Mr. Man (ba-ba-back off) Hey Mr. Man I don't think you're listening We like our space So can you keep your distance? Why can't you face it It's just basic normal gay shit Why can't you face it It's just basic normal gay shit Hey Mr. Man Hey Mr. Man Why can't you face it It's just basic normal gay shit Why can't you face it It's just basic normal gay shit