na na nan na na na nan na I swear to tell the truth and nothing but the truth loving him ain´t easy he´s bad bad news mama say use your head you don´t need him look at all the shit he pulls you through papa curse baby girl if you don´t leave him there´s nothing I can do for you there´s nothing I can do he´s a mean man but it´s my man my man alone he´s a mean mean one a son of a gun he keeps me by the telephone he´s a mean man, my man, my man alone na na nan na (he´s my man) na na nan na (my mean man) na na nan na he likes to mess around he´s always in the mess likes to have a drink or two before he does the rest knock knock six o´clock in the morning baby I´ll be missing you he comes and goes without warning doing what he do hmm doing what he do he´s a mean man but it´s my man my man alone he´s a mean mean one a son of a gun he keeps me by the telephone he´s a mean man, my man, my man alone na na nan na (he´s my man) na na nan na (my mean man) he lies and he cheats he loves and he leaves that´s just the way it goes but I do what I can I stand by my man I think he loves me I think he knows I think he knows he´s a mean man but it´s my man my man alone he´s a mean mean one a son of a gun he keeps me by the telephone he´s a mean man my man my man alone he´s a mean man my man my man my man alone na na nan na na na nan nav