La Fille Du Pecheur

Now when I was a little boy, At the age of five, I had somethin' in my pocket, Keep a lot of folks alive. Now I'm a man, Made twenty-one, You know baby, We can have a lot of fun. I'm a man, I spell M-A-N... man. All you pretty women, Stand in line, I can make love to you baby, In an hour's time. I'm a man, I spell M-A-N... man. I goin' back down, To Kansas to Bring back the second cousin, Little John the conqueroo. I'm a man, I spell M-A-N... man. The line I shoot, Will never miss, The way I make love to 'em, They can't resist. I'm a man, I spell M-A-N... man.