Dr. Frank N. Furter, Tim Curry - Charles Atlas Song lyrics

A weakling weighing ninety-eight pounds
Got sand in his face when
Kicked to the ground his girl split on him
And then, in the gym
The sweat from his pores
As he worked for his cause
Made him glisten and gleam and with massage
And just a tiny little bit of
Steeeeeeeaaaaammmm
He was thin, but quite clean!
He was in good shape (But the wrong shape)

He ate nutritious high protein
And swallowed raw eggs
Tried to build up his shoulders
His chest, arms, and legs

And then a magazine advert
With a new muscle plan
Said: "In just seven days" (spoken)
Are you ready, my baby?
("I can make you a man!") Ma-a-a-a-an!

He'd done press-ups and chin-ups
Cleaned and jerked, done the snatch
Thought dynamic tension just must be a catch

And so he reread the advert
To see how it ran
It said: "In just seven days" (spoken)
Are you ready my sugar?
("I can make you a man!") Ma-a-a-a-an!