I Can Make You A Man

Frank: 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

All: But the wrong man

Frank: 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