A weakling, weighing ninety-eight pounds
Will get sand in his face when kickedto 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 glistenand gleam
And with massageand 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 effortif 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!