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