U.S. Male - Remastered

Now, 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 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.
 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
 .
 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
 Tell 'em guitar
 I'm tellin' you son, keep your greasy meat hooks off my woman.
 I'm just liable to drop the male on you.