(Tim Johnson/Rory Lee/Paul Overstreet)

We don't like to go out shoppin',
We don't care what's on sale
We just want to sit with a bag full of chips,
Watchin' the NFL
When you come over at half-time,
An' say: "Does this dress fit too tight?"
We just look you in the eye with a big fat lie,
An say:"Uh, uh: Looks just right"

Well, that's the truth about men
Yeah, that's the truth about us
We like to hunt and golf on our days off,
Scratch, an' spit, an cuss
It don't matter what line we hand you,
When we come draggin' in
We ain't wrong; we ain't sorry,
An' it's probably gonna happen again

We hate watchin' "Steel Magnolias"
We like "Rambo" an' "Die Hard 4"
Jump up and down like fools when we see the new tools,
At the Home Depot store
We don't really wanna take you to dinner,
At some fancy restaurant
The only reason we do is 'cause we know it leads to,
The one thing that we all want

Well, that's the truth about men
Yeah, that's the truth about guys
We'd rather play guitars and work on cars,
Than work on the problems in our lives
An' though we might say it to you,
Every now and then,
We ain't wrong; we ain't sorry,
An' it's probably gonna happen again

Well, if you want to know what we're all thinkin',
It's nothing too complex
It's just somethin' cold for drinkin',
And a whole lot of s-e

Yes, that's the truth about men
Yeah, that's the truth about us
We like to hunt and golf an' drive around, lost,
Scratch, an' spit, an' a whole lot of other disgustin' stuff
It don't matter what line we hand you,
When we come a-crawlin' in
We ain't wrong; we ain't sorry,
An' it's probably gonna happen again

We ain't wrong; we ain't sorry,
An' it's probably gonna happen;
Sure, it's gonna happen;
You know it's gonna happen again
An' that's the truth about men

You know it, son