NOTE: Moses Mason's spoken interjections are shown in italics. The song's title is a misapprehension of 'male (short for tamale) man.
It's hot tamale, whoo! 'Male Man!
'Male man's comin', I hear his voice
He's got hot tamales and they is my choice, red hot!
Come on, boys, and don't wait too long
All my 'males soon will be gone, red hot!
I can judge by the way you act
Somebody 'round here been had on a cotton-pickin' sack, whoo!
Feelin' little tired and shoulders gettin' sore
If you see my Lil, goin' to pick some more, red hot, whoo! 'Male Man!
Two for a nickel, four for a dime
Thirty cents a dozen and they sure eats fine, red hot, whoo! 'Male Man!
Good times are comin', don't you see the signs?
Cotton bolls, I hope you make a-many dimes, red hot, whoo! 'Male Man!
I can judge by the way you walk
You gonna carry a half a dozen off, red hot, whoo! 'Male Man!
If I holler, boys, trouble your mind
You hear the drum, run in and spend a dime, red hot, it's hot tamale!
Good times are comin', don't you see the signs?
White folks standin' 'round here spendin' a-many dimes, red hot, whoo! the 'Male Man!
'Males so hot they burn my hand
'Cause I can't hardly get 'em out of my can, red hot, whoo! 'Male Man!
NOTE:
Moses Mason was an African-American singer and probably guitarist/banjoist. From Lake Providence, Louisiana, recorded for Paramount in Chicago 1928.