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