200 Pounds of Heavenly Joy

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

Because I'm two hundred pounds of heavenly joy

This is it

This is it

Look what you get

You been creeping and hiding behind his back

'Cause you got a man that you don't like

Throw that Jack, baby, outta your mind

And follow me, baby, have a real good time

This is it

This is it

Look what you get

Hoy! Hoy! I'm your boy

I'm two hundred pounds of heavenly joy

And I'm so glad that you understand

That I'm two hundred pounds of muscle and man

This is it

This is it

Look what you get

This is it

This is it

Look what you get

This is it

This is it

Look what you get