Lyrics Hand Me Back My Life - Bob Schneider

Hand Me Back My Life

Well now, di-di-didn't you tell me
That you’d be here with the car
When I got back from the bank with the money?
And now, di-di-didn't you say
That your name was Natasha?
But that dude called you Petrovka
Last night at the party
And di-di-didn't you tell me you were single?
But you’re not single, you’re married
To a Russian mobster, what?
And di-di-didn't you tell me
That you loved me?
But you just told me that
I’m pretty sure you told me that just to use me
I said, hey, hold on a minute
And hand me back my life
'Cause I cannot take anymore of this tonight
Hey, c’mon and hold on a minute
And hand me back my life
'Cause I cannot take anymore of this tonight
Di-di-didn't you tell me that you knew
How to get back to the border?
And this ain’t the border, this ain’t the border
And di-di-didn't you tell me there’d be somebody
That’d be waiting for us in the van
You know, with some dry clothes?
And di-di-didn't you tell me there’d be passports
With our pictures on it?
Man, these aren’t passports, ah, this is bulls***
And di-di-didn't you tell me
That everything was gonna be all right?
All right?
It ain’t all right
I said, hey, hold on a minute
And hand me back my life
'Cause I cannot take any more of this tonight
Hey, c’mon and hold on a minute
And hand me back my life
'Cause I cannot take any more of this tonight
I can’t take anymore of this