Hand Me Back My Life - Bob Schneider

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