Three Hundred Pounds Of Joy

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