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, 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