Interpret:

Elvis Presley

Album:

Elvis' Gold Records

Now, 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 
Now 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 


All right...now 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