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!