The Three Degrees

Macaroni Man

The Three Degrees


I'm a macaroni man gettin' all the ladies
Yeah, I know you would
How you doin', baby?
Yeah

Now ladies, don't get excited
But I heard there's macaroni men all over town

Yeah? But what is a macaroni man?
She's got to be kidding

Uh uh, I know
A macaroni man is a dude
who wears big, big hats
And catchin' all the ladies
Oh!

Alligator shoes
Still he cries the blues
Silk suits and diamond rings
Sell them most than anything

He's God's gift to the ladies
That's what he is, yes, it is
Beware, don't let the green grass fool ya
Use your mind, don't let get past and rule ya

Macaroni man
Out to catch you everywhere he can
On the game, out of sight
Face is warm full of heart of ice
Macaroni man
Out to catch you everywhere he can
Better get on your P's and Q's
If you don't, you're gonna pay hard dues
Ooh yeah, yeah

Sleeping in his car
Roamin' near, roamin' far
Searchin' for his prey
Think of everything what he's got to say

Tell the lady what she loves to hear
His magnetism just draws you near
And he knows just how to set his trap (He knows)
His swagger is clean
and all he can rap

Macaroni man
Out to catch you everywhere he can
Young or old, you can make his team
Be a lady at his changing schemes
Macaroni man
Out to catch you everywhere he can
You better get on your P's and Q's
'Cause if you don't, you're gonna be misused
Yeah yeah, yeah

Now, let me get on the fellas' case right there
If you men don't get on your job
One of these evenings when you're coming home
From out of that office of land of whatever you do
You're gonna find a note saying
"Baby, I love you, but goodbye"
Because the macaroni man don't play
He knows when, how, and what to say
So if I were you, instead of coming home
With an attitude demanding something to eat
I use a little tact and say something sweet
Then you got a chance to compete

He's God's gift to the ladies
That's what he is, yes, it is
Now beware, don't let the green grass fool ya
Use your mind, don't let get past and rule ya

Macaroni man
Out to catch you everywhere he can
On the game and he's out of sight
His face is warm, but his heart is ice
Macaroni man
Out to catch you everywhere he can
Silk suits and diamond rings
Sell them most than everything, yeah

Macaroni man
Out to catch you everywhere he can
Oh yeah
You better watch out, you better watch out
Ooh, for the macaroni man
Macaroni man
Out to catch you everywhere he can
His swagger's clean, his rap is mean
Ooh yeah, yeah...

Compositor: Jimmy Jules

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