Hey Mr. Man Back off my girlfriend I see you staring Yeah, I know she’s perfect Just cuz we’re at this bar doesn’t mean we wanna talk We’re not sisters or friends Um, 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 Back, back, back, b-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 wanna be seduced while I’m lookin’ through the fruits I’m not interested in you Also, I have a girlfriend How are you so naive Just take your dairy milk and leave Not tryna be mean But back off! Hey Mr. Man Back, back, back, b-back off Hey Mr. Man B-back off Hey Mr. Man Back, back, back, b-back off Hey Mr. Man Mr. Mr. Mr. Man 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