A weakling weighing ninety-eight pounds

Will get sand in his face

When kicked to the ground

And soon in the gym

With a determined chin

The sweat from his pores

As he works for his cause

Will make him glisten

And gleam, and with massage

And just a little bit of steam

He'll be pink and quite clean

He'll be a strong man

Oh, honey!

But the wrong man



He'll eat nutritious, high protein

And swallow raw eggs

Try to build up his shoulders

His chest, arms, and legs

Such an effort

If he only knew of my plan



In just seven days

I can make you a man



He'll do press-ups and chin-ups

Do the snatch, clean, and jerk

He thinks dynamic tension

Must be hard work

Such strenuous living

I just don't understand



When in just seven days

Oh, baby

I can make you a man










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