I'm a U.S. male
Cause I was born in a south Georgia town
On a Sunday morn
Now Georgia just happens to occupy a place
In the southeastern portion of these 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 watching the way
You've been watching my miss
For the past three weeks
You've been hot on her trail
You kinda upsetting the U.S. male
Now you touch her once
With your greasy hand
I'm gonna stretch your neck
Like a long rubber band
Cause she's wearing a ring
That I bought her on sale
So that makes her the property
Of this U.S. male
So you'd 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'd go find you 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 watching my woman
Cause that ain't wise
You ain't pulling no wool
Over this boy's eyes
Now I catch you round my woman champ
I'm gonna leave your head
About the shape of a stamp
Kind of flattened out
So you'd do well
To quit playing games
With the U.S. male
So you'd 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'd go find you somebody else son
Don't tamper with the property
Of the U.S. male
Tell him guitar
Yeah
Yeah
Now I'm telling you son
Keep your greasy meat hooks off my woman