Lock up your daughters, or hide them away 'Cause my boys, they're out on the prowl They'll woo them with chemicals, laughter and song As only these scoundrels know how They will fill her with wine And they'll have such a marvellous time And soon you'll lament, "She used to be mine"
Hide all your women, My boys are in town, and they're lookin' to hang some fire They'll tell her such stories, regale her with deeds 'Cause they're all such marvellous liars They will fill her with wine And they'll have such a marvellous time And soon you'll lament, "She used to be mine" Yes soon you'll lament, "She used to be mine" Oh you'll surely lament "She used to be mine"