Lyrics
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
