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