Lyrics
Well, all you girls think the days are gone
You don't have to worry, you can have your fun
Take me, baby, for your little boy
To get three hundred pounds of a heavenly joy
Ah, this is it, this is it
Look what you get
You been bendin' and hidin' right behind his back
And you got you a man that you don't like
Throw that Jack, baby, outta your mind
Follow me, baby, an' have a real good time
Oh, this is it, this is it
Look what you get
Hoy, hoy, I'm the boy
I got three hundred pounds of a heavenly joy
I'm so glad that you understand
I'm three hundred pounds of muscle and man
Ah, this is it, this is it
Look what you get
