I swear to tell the truth
and nothing but the truth.
Loving him ain't easy,
it's bad bad news, yeah.

Mama says: "Use your head, you don't need him,
look at all the * he pulled you through".
Papa curses: "Baby girl if you don't leave him,
there's nothing I can do for you, there's nothing I can do".

He's a mean man
but it's my man,
my man alone.
He's a mean, mean one,
son of a gun,
keeps me by the telephone.
He's a mean man
my man, my man alone, yeah
my man

He likes to mess around,
is always in a mess.
He likes to have a drink or two
before he gets down to rest, yeah.
Knock knock, 6 o'clock in the morning:
"Baby I've been missing you".
He comes and goes without a warning,
doing what he does,
doing what he does.

He's a mean man
but it's my man,
my man alone.
He's a mean, mean one,
son of a gun,
keeps me by the telephone.
He's a mean man,
my man, my man alone, yeah.
It's my man

He lies and he cheats,
he loves and he leaves,
that's just the way it goes.
But I do what I can,
I stand by my man.
I think he loves me,
I think he does,
I think he does,

He's a mean man,
but it's my man,
my man alone.
He's a mean, mean one,
son of a gun,
keeps me by the telephone.
He's a mean man,
my man,
my man alone...
He's a mean man,
my man
my man
my man alone...