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 ma-aa-a-a-an
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.