Text: John Hiatt. I'm A Real Man.

I'm a real man, I got a real guitar

I'm a real man, don't even know where the boys are

I don't want to frighten you little girl, you're so sweet and nice

But I don't want to have to tell you twice



I'm a real man, I want to rock like a real man

Don't get no shock from that

Elevator music in your computer program

Baby, how'd you like to rock with a real man?



Yes I'm a real man, baby, I'm not lyin'

I'm thirty-one years old now and I still don't mind dyin'

You can put the voodoo on me, girl

There's nothing I can't dodge

Check out this Lincoln in my garage



Kids, these days, I'm talkin' about these young folk

They're about as wild as Pollyanna after she growed up

After a hard day at the Casiotone they just don't want to live

They're about as dangerous as a junior executive



I'm a real man, I want to rock like a real man

Don't get no shock from that

Elevator music in your computer program

Baby, how'd you like to rock with a real man?



Every dollar I earn, girl, I let it all burn

And if I wind up in jail

Well there's only one of two thousand,

seven hundred and sixty-two women that I know

Who would gladly pay my bail



Now you might say I'm just some fool on a boast

But I wasn't gonna hear ya girl from coast to coast

This ain't Dan Rather talkin', this ain't the president's son

But, ah, I'm still gonna have my fun



Cause' I'm a real man, I got to rock like a real man

Don't get no shock from that

Elevator music in your computer program

Baby, how'd you like to rock with a real man?



Turn off that elevator music, in your computer program

Baby, how'd you like to rock with a real man

Turn off that elevator music, in your computer program

Come on and rock with a real man