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