I Can Make You a Man

A weakling, weighing 98 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, hm hm hm 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