Michael Adams – Don’t Touch My Junk HD VIDEO
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Don’t Touch My Junk lyrics
Michael Adams – Don’t Touch My Junk LYRICS



    I went to the airport
    To catch my flight
    The TSA put me in the
    Naked body scanner line

    I don't want radiation
    So I opted out (opt out!)
    But when they grabbed my man junk
    I couldn't help myself I had to shout,
    I had to shout, I had to get my message out, I said

    Don't touch my junk
    Don't touch my junk
    I'll have you arrested
    If you touch my junk
    Don't touch my junk
    This ain't your lovely lady lump
    I don't want to be molested
    So don't touch my junk

    So I went back
    Wearing a Scottish kilt
    I popped three Viagra
    To make sure my stuff would not wilt

    When it came my turn
    For that nasty pat down
    They thought I had a weapon
    So they made me pull it out

    Don't touch my junk
    Don't touch my junk
    I'll have you arrested
    If you touch my junk
    Don't touch my junk
    Let go of my hump my hump my hump
    I don't want to be molested
    So don't touch my junk

    Now who put these morons with a badge in charge, and gave them the right to molest us in the name of security?

    Don't touch my junk (can't touch this)
    Don't touch my junk (can't touch this)
    They X-rayed my bags and then
    They patted down my elephant trunk

    They went up my shorts
    They went down my pants
    This ain't romance
    No it's the TSA hustle
    They felt me up
    While they put me down
    They squeezed my butt
    In that TSA hustle

    This is happening in the land of the free? Alex Jones was right! I'm gonna smuggle a copy of the Bill of Rights next to my body, so when they reach down there they get a hand full of Fourth Amendment.

    Lordy Lordy I declare
    Big Brother's in my underwear
    Fly to London, fly to France
    Big Sis checkin' out my underpants

    They went up my shorts (can't touch this)
    They went down my pants (can't touch this)
    This ain't romance
    No it's the TSA hustle
    They felt me up
    Like they were my personal physician
    Put your hands in the air
    In the surrender position

    This ain't security
    And this ain't sex
    It's some other kind of tyranny
    And now you're next

    It's time to stop these
    Big Brother Nazi thugs
    Next time you fly just tell 'em
    Don't touch my junk

    The Bill of Rights, baby.

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