Now, I'm a U.S. Male 'cause I was born In a Mississippi town on a Sunday morn Now Mississippi just happens to occupy a place In the southeastern portion of this here United States Now that's a matter of fact, buddy And you know it well So I just call myself the U.S. Male That's M-A-L-E, son. That's me!
Now I said all that to say all this I've been watchin' the way You've been watchin' my miss For the last three weeks you been hot on her trail And you kinda upset this U.S. MaleYou touch her once with your greasy hands I'm gonna stretch your neck like a long rubber band She's wearin' a ring that I bought her on sale And that makes her the property of this U.S. Male
* You better not mess with the U.S. Male my friend The U.S. Male gets mad, he's gonna
do you in You know what's good for yourself son You better find somebody else son
Don't tamper with the property of the U.S. Male
Through the rain and the heat and the sleet and the snow The U.S. Male is on his toes Quit watchin' my woman, for that ain't wise You ain't pullin' no wool over this boy's eyes I catch you 'round my woman, champ I'm gonna leave your head 'bout the shape of a stamp Kinda flattened out, so you'll do well To quit playin' games with this U.S. Male
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I'm gonna lay one on ya. You're talkin' to the U.S. Male The American U.S. Male