YOU AIN'T GETTING MY COMICS

YOU AIN'T GETTING MY COMICS

You can take my china cabinet,

Take my washer and dryer too,

You can take all my clothes,

All my unread mail

And even my favorite bubble bath

But mister, you ain't getting my comics,

Uh uh, no way.

Get your grubby hands off those comics,

Those have to stay.

Take everything else I have,

Even the clothes right off my back,

But you ain't getting my comics.

You can take my VCR,

And my DVD player too,

Take my entire film collection,

Even Terminator 2.

You can take all my CD's,

Take my whole stereo system,

You can take my PC,

And all my CD-ROMs,

But don't you take my Birds of Prey.

Mister, you ain't getting my comics,

Uh uh, no way.

Get your grubby hands off those comics,

Those have to stay.

Take everything else I have,

Even the clothes right off my back,

But you ain't getting my comics.

Put that Wonder Woman back, boy!

I see you looking at her cleavage.

Hell, take the house, take the kids,

I don't care,

But Diana goes back in the box!

Same for Batgirl, old and new,

And don't you even think about

Sneaking out the TPBs,

Take the bookcase, leave the books.

I told you, you ain't getting my comics,

Uh uh, no way,

Get your grubby hands off those comics,

Those are gonna stay.

Put that gun down nice and slow,

I swear I won't call the cops,

If you just leave me my comics,

Please, just let me have my comics.

Don't want nothing but my comics.

Wanna share?