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, arm, 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!