Tytuł: U.S. Male

• Wykonawca: Elvis Presley
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(Words & Music by Jerry Reed)
  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