I'm 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

That's a matter of fact, buddy

And you know it well

So I just call myself the 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 been hot on her trail

And you kinda upset this U.S. male

You touch her once with your greasy hands

I'm gonna stretch your neck like a long rubber band

She's 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, he's gonna do you in

You know what's good for yourself son

You better 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

Quit watchin' my woman, for that ain't wise

You ain't pullin' no wool over this boy's eyes

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 You better not mess with the U.S. male my friend

The U.S. male gets mad, he's gonna do you in

You know what's good for yourself son

You better find somebody else son

Don't tamper with the property of the U.S. male Sock it to me one time I'm gonna tell it like it is son

I catch you messin' 'round with that woman of mine

I'm gonna lay one on ya

You're talkin' to the U.S. male

The American U.S. male