I'm a guy that likes his funAnd when I fight, you'd better runI'm a mean, mean, mean son of a gunI'm goin' down in a middle of townI'm goin' to shoot the first man downI'm a mean, mean, mean son of a gunMy skin is hot as leather I'm as tough as any manWhen I have to shave myself, I use an old tin canI wash my face in boilin' wax and scrub myself with gunny sacksI'm a mean, mean, mean son of a gunI'm mean - I'm mean - I'm meanI'm a mean, mean, mean son of a gunI was raised on tiger's milkI drink corn liquor and I smoke corn silkI'm a mean, mean, mean son of a gunI chew up tin and I spit out nailsSleep on snakes with ten-foot tailsI'm a mean, mean, mean son of a gunI started feelin' friskyAnd I danced the other nightI fell so good, I took my gun and shot out ev'ry lightNow the Sheriff said, get out off townTake him six feet under groundI'm a mean, mean, mean son of a gunI'm mean - I'm mean - I'm meanI'm a mean, mean, mean son of a gunI throwed my saddle on a grizzly bearThen I crawled bare-handed in his mountain lairI'm a mean, mean, mean son of a gunI cut my hair on a choppin' blockAnd when I chopped, the mountains rockedI'm a mean, mean, mean son of a gunI tangled with a wild cat, just to proof that I was stoutReached down his throat and grabbed his tail, then turned him inside outWhere I was raised, it's so darn toughI had to leave, it got so roughI'm a mean, mean, mean son of a gun