U.S. Male

Now, I'm a U.S. Male 'cause I was born
In a south Georgia town on a Sunday mornin'
Now Georgia just happens to occupy a place
In the southeastern portion of this here United States
Now that's a fact, buddy and you know it well
So I just call myself the U.S. Male, 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

Now, you touch her once with your greasy hands
I'm gonna stretch your neck like a long rubber band
'Cause she's wearin' a ring that I bought her on sale
So that makes her the property of this U.S. Male

So you better not mess with the U.S. Male my friend
If U.S. Male gets mad, he's gonna do you in
If you know what's good for yourself, son
You gonna 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
So quit watchin' my woman 'cause that ain't wise
You ain't pullin' no wool over this boy's eyes

Now, 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

So you better not mess with the U.S. Male my friend
If the U.S. Male gets mad, he's gonna do you in
If you know what's good for yourself, son
You gonna find somebody else, son
Don't tamper with the property of the U.S. Male

Now, I'm tellin' you, son
Keep your greasy meat hooks off my woman
I'm just liable to drop the male on you