Three Hundred Pounds of Joy

Well, all you girls think
The days are done
You don't have to worry
You can have your fun
Take me, baby
For your little boy
Because three hundred pounds
Of a heavenly joy
This is it, this is it
Look what you get
You've been bending
And hiding 'round behind his back
And you got your man
That you don't like
Throw that cat, baby
Outta your mind
Follow me, baby
And have a real good time
This is it, this is it
Look what you get
Hoy, hoy
I'm the boy
I've got three hundred pounds
Of a heavenly joy
I'm so glad
That you understand
I'm three hundred pounds
Of muscle and man
This is it, this is it
Look what you get