letra de charles atlas song - dr. frank n. furter
[frank (chorus)]
a weakling weighing ninety-eight pounds
got sand in his face when kicked to the ground
his girl split on him
and then, in the gym
the sweat from his pores
as he worked for his cause
made him glisten and gleam
and with massage
and just a tiny little bit of
steeeeeeeaaaaammmm…
he was thin, but quite clean!
he was in good shape…
(but the wrong shape!)
he ate nutritious high protein
and swallowed raw eggs
tried to build up his shoulders
his chest, arms, and legs
and then a magazine advert
with a new muscle plan
said: “in just seven days…”
(spoken)
are you ready, my baby?
(“i can make you a man!”) ma-a-a-a-an!
he’d done press-ups and chin-ups
cleaned and jerked, done the sn-tch
thought dynamic tension
just must be a catch
and so he reread the advert
to see how it ran
it said: “in just seven days…”
(spoken)
are you ready my sugar?
(“i can make you a man!”) ma-a-a-a-an!
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