Lyrics Keep Your Cotton Pickin Hands off of Our Constitution - Floyd Robinson

Take your hand out of my pocket, I ain't got nothing belong to you
Take your hand out of my pocket, I ain't got nothing belong to you
Little girl if you don't stop ravish me, I will have to put the police on you
I heard about your reputation, no sooner I dropped in your town
I heard about your reputation, the minute I dropped in your town
You know I caught your hand in my pocket above the elbow, and the police got to take you down