A weakling weighing ninety-eight pounds

Got sand in his face when kicked to the ground

His girl split on him

And then, in the gym

The sweat from his pores

As he worked for his cause

Made him glisten and gleam

And with massage

And just a tiny little bit of

Steam

He was thin, but quite clean!

He was in good shape

(But the wrong shape!)

He ate nutritious high protein

And swallowed raw eggs

Tried to build up his shoulders

His chest, arms, and legs

Then a magazine advert

With a new muscle plan

Said: "In just seven days... "

(spoken)

Are you ready, my baby?

("Wah I can make you a man! ")

A-a-a-a-an!

He'd done press-ups and chin-ups

Cleaned and jerked, done the snatch

Thought dynamic tension

Just must be a catch

So he reread the advert

To see how it ran

It said: "In just seven days... "

(spoken)

Are you ready my sugar?

("I can make you a man! ") Ma-a-a-a-an!