U.S. Male

I'm a U.S. male as 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 a 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've been hot on her trail
You're kinda upsettin' this U.S. Male
You touch her once with your greasy hands
I'm gonna stretch your neck like a long rubber band
'Cause she's wearing a ring that I bought her on sale
That makes her the property of this U.S. Male
You better not mess with the U.S. Male my friend
U.S. Male gets mad he's gonna do you in
If you know what's good for yourself son
You better find somebody else son
Don't tamper with the property of a U.S. male
Alright, alright
I'll tell you like it is
Through the rain and the heat and the sleet and the snow
U.S. Male is on his toes
So quit watchin' my woman, 'cause that ain't wise
You ain't pullin' no wool over this ol' boy's eyes
I catch you round my woman, champ,
I'mma leave your head about the shape of a stamp
Kinda flattened out, so you'll do well to quit playing games with the U.S. Male
You better not mess with the U.S. Male my friend
U.S. Male gets mad he's gonna do you in
If you know what's good for yourself son
You better find somebody else son
Don't tamper with the property of a U.S. Male
Sock it to me one time
Come here baby, alright
I'm gonna tell it like it is son
I catch you messin' around that woman of mine
I'mma lay one on you
You talkin' to the U.S. Male...
The American U.S. Male.