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 mmm-ha...
He'll be pink
and quite clean
He'd 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 ma-a-a-a-an...