When you see a deer you see Bambi And I see antlers up on the wall When you see a lake you think picnics And I see a large mouth up under that log You´re probably thinking that you´re going to change me
In some ways well maybe you might Scrub me down, dress me up oh but no matter what remember I´m still a guy
When you see a priceless French painting I see a drunk, naked girl You think that riding a wild bull sounds crazy And I´d like to give it a whirl Well love makes a man do some things he ain´t proud of And in a weak moment I might walk your sissy dog, hold your purse at the mall But remember, I´m still a guy
I´ll pour out my heart Hold your hand in the car Write a love song that makes you cry Then turn right around knock some jerk to the ground
´Cause he copped a feel as he walked by
I can hear you now talking to your friends Saying, "Yeah girls he´s come a long way" From dragging his knuckles and carrying a club And building the fire in a cave But when you say a backrub means only a backrub Then you swat my hand when I try Well, now what can I say at the end of the day Honey, I´m still a guy
And I´ll pour out my heart Hold your hand in the car Write a love song that makes you cry Then turn right around knock some jerk to the ground ´Cause he copped a feel as you walked by
These days there´s dudes getting facials Manicured, waxed and botoxed With deep spray-on tans and creamy lotiony hands You can´t grip a tacklebox
Yeah with all of these men lining up to get neutered It´s hip now to be feminized I don´t highlight my hair I´ve still got a pair Yeah honey, I´m still a guy
Oh my eyebrows ain´t plucked There´s a gun in my truck Oh thank God, I´m still a guy