U.S. Male — текст песни (Elvis Presley)

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