Lyrics I'm Taken - Jam in the Van, The Sloppy Boys, Jam in the Van, The Sloppy Boys

I'm Taken

All you ladies of the night
Stop buzzing my phone
I’m a happily married man
So just leave me alone
You’re never gonna do me
You’re never gonna screw me
You’re never gonna get a chance
To really stick it to me
I’m taken
And your shaken, shaken, shaken
I’m taken
And your aching, aching, aching
I won’t be making love
To no one but my wife
So keep your mitts off my ass
You keep your dirty filthy mitts
Off my tight little ass
So keep your mitts off my ass
You keep your dirty filthy mitts
Off my tight little ass
No, no, no
No, no, no, no, no no
No, no, hell no
No way
Last May I met a girl
Who was a chubby chaser
She chased me all the way
Off the California coast
And then I met her friend
Who was a chuckle fucker
I thanked the dear lord
She didn’t laugh at my jokes
Cause I’m taken
And your quaking, quaking, quaking
I’m taken
And your breaking, breaking, breaking
I won’t be making love
To no one but my wife
So keep your mitts off my ass
You keep your dirty filthy mitts
Off my tight little ass
So keep your mitts off my ass
You keep your dirty filthy mitts
Off my tight little ass
I hate it to break it to you hon
But you’re not getting me in bed
Unless you are the one
I’ve already wed
Apologies Christine Brinkley
I’m so sorry
Cause I’m taken
And your baking, baking, baking
I’m taken
And your forsaken, saken, saken
I won’t be making love
To no one but my wife
So keep your mitts off my ass
You keep your dirty filthy mitts
Off my tight little ass
You keep your mitts off my ass
You keep your dirty filthy mitts
Off my tight little ass
You keep your mitts off my ass
You keep your dirty filthy mitts
Off my tight little ass
You keep your mitts off my ass
You keep your dirty filthy mitts
Off my tight little ass
You keep your mitts off my ass
You keep your dirty filthy mitts
Off my tight little ass
You keep your mitts off my ass
You keep your dirty filthy mitts
Off my tight little ass