Three Hundred Pounds Of Joy

Well, all you girls think

The days are done

You don't have to worry

You can have your funTake me, baby

For your little boy

Because three hundred pounds

Of a heavenly joyThis is it, this is it

Look what you getYou've been bending

And hiding 'round behind his back

And you got your man

That you don't likeThrow that cat, baby

Outta your mind

Follow me, baby

And have a real good timeThis is it, this is it

Look what you getHoy, hoy

I'm the boy

I've got three hundred pounds

Of a heavenly joyI'm so glad

That you understand

I'm three hundred pounds

Of muscle and manThis is it, this is it

Look what you get