All-American Man - Johnny Paycheck

Now, all you guys out there: You’re gonna love this song

And about eighty percent of you women: You’re gonna love it too

But for the twenty percent that don’t like it: Well, we wrote it just for you,

darling

Well, God made man from a piece of clay

And told him 'til his dyin' day:

Said, «You're the boss, I don’t want no one above you»

He gave him responsibilities

Said, «You only answer unto me»

«If you do these things, I’ll make someone to love you»

He took a piece of Adam’s rib

Never gave a thought about women’s lib

And he made the masterpiece of his creation

Now, just between you and me

Do you honestly believe

He wanted you to take my place in this nation?

American woman, why can’t you agree?

God made man for himself, but he made you for me

American woman, why can’t you understand?

That all you got to do is love your all-American man

Well, I’ve tried my best to understand

Why you wanna replace man

And give up all the luxuries we give you

We work our fingers to the bone

And all we want is you at home

And you’re gonna go too far to forgive you

I guess you won’t be satisfied

'Til you’re working nine-to-five

So you can say you’re bringing home the bacon

Well, of all the tragic things in life

There’s a woman who don’t wanna be a wife

Missin' all the love we could be makin'

American woman, why can’t you agree?

God made man for himself, but he made you for me

American woman, why can’t you understand?

That all you got to do is love your all-American man

God made man from a piece of clay

And told him 'til his dyin' day:

«You're the boss, I don’t want no one above you»

He gave him responsibilities

Said, «You answer only unto me»

«If you do these things, I’m gonna make someone to love you»

He took a piece of Adam’s…