All the males: It's great to be a man

It's swell to be a guy

Timmy and Cosmo: To scratch and dig

And pick and itch

And no one asks us why

Timmy: We like to fight

Cosmo: We like to race

All the males: We grow our hair

On every place

Mr. Turner: And everybody knows

It's wrong to cry

All the males: It's great to be a hairy, smelly guy

Timmy: It's great to be a male

It rocks to be a dude

Timmy and Cosmo: To eat and burp

And fart and spit

And kill all of your food

Male: We like to hit

We like to punch

Mr. Turner: Do we like corn?

Another male: I've got a hunch

Timmy, Cosmo, and Mr. Turner: And we like launching missiles in the sky

All the males: It's great to be a hairy, smelly

Cosmo: Check it out

I've got a belly

All the males: Great to be a hairy, smelly guy

Cosmo: Left! Left! Left! Left! Left!

Timmy: It's great to be a guy

That's why I sing this song

Cosmo: But I can't help

But stop and think

That maybe something's wrong

Timmy: But I've got meat

And I got fire

Cosmo: There's nothing else that I require

All the males: Except perhaps a massive pizza pie

Because it's great to be a guy

G-U-Y

Yes, Guy!

*Burp*