U.S. Male

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. male You 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 Alright, alright I've stayed eleven years Through 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 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 Sock it to me one time Okay baby Alright I'm gonna tell it like it is son I catch you messin' 'round with that woman of mine I'm gonna lay one on you, you're talkin' to the U.S. male The American U.S. male