U.S. Male
(Words & Music by Jerry Reed)
Now, Im 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 thats a matter of fact, buddy
And you know it well
So I just call myself the U.S. Male
Thats M-A-L-E, son. Thats me!
Now I said all that to say all this
Ive been watchin the way
Youve 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
Im gonna stretch your neck like a long rubber band
Shes 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, hes gonna do you in
You know whats good for yourself son
You better find somebody else son
Dont 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 aint wise
You aint pullin no wool over this boys eyes
I catch you round my woman, champ
Im gonna leave your head bout the shape of a stamp
Kinda flattened out, so youll 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, hes gonna do you in
You know whats good for yourself son
You better find somebody else son
Dont tamper with the property of the U.S. Male
Sock it to me
All right...now Im gonna tell it like it is son
I catch you messin round with that woman of mine
Im gonna lay one on ya. Youre talkin to the U.S. Male
The American U.S. Male
