What makes a man?
Is it a beard or the beer in his hand?
What makes a man?
Is it a lady, a baby, a dinner sunk in gravy?
Tell me, what it is that makes a man
Could it be those calloused fingers?
That have worked right to the bone
Or he who treats your mother
Just as if she were his own
Perhaps it's just a number
Something simple as an age
Or maybe it's the patience
To hold back your tongue when raged, oh
What makes a man?
Is it a beard or the beer in his hand?
What makes a man?
Is it a lady, a baby, a dinner sunk in gravy?
Tell me, what it is that makes a man
Does it stem from the first time?
You seduce a cute young woman
Or braving teary eyes
When you find out she's up to something
Perhaps a muscled torso
That would toe to toe a bear
Or the honour of your word
When you say that you'll be there
What makes a man?
Is it a beard or the beer in his hand?
What makes a man?
Is it a lady, a baby, a dinner sunk in gravy?
Tell me, what it is that makes a man
Now I can only offer a simple guarantee
A man is just a myth something I'll crave but never be
For a man is but a boy who's forgotten how to play
He thinks that he is king but only I will rule the day
What makes a man?
Is it a beard or the beer in his hand?
What makes a man?
Is it a lady, a baby, a dinner sunk in gravy?
Tell me, what it is that makes a man
Could it be (just a number)
Could it be (Just an age)
Could it be oh one day be me
Could it be (time or talent)
Could it be (mind or manners)
Could it be oh could it be, oh
What makes a man?
Is it a beard or the beer in his hand?
What makes a man?
Is it a lady, a baby, a dinner sunk in gravy?
Tell me, what it is that makes a
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