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

You're gettin' three hundred pounds of 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, out of 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 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