A Cajun Man Can - Jimmy C. Newman

A weakling, weighing 98 pounds Will get sand in his face When kicked to the ground And soon in the gym with a determined chin The sweat from his pores As he works for his cause Will make him glisten And gleam, and with massage And just a little bit of steam, hm hm hm He'll be pink and quite clean He'll be a strong man Oh, honey But the wrong man He'll eat nutritious, high protein And swallow raw eggs Try to build up his shoulders His chest, arms, and legs Such an effort If he only knew of my plan In just seven days I can make you a man He'll do press-ups and chin-ups Do the snatch, clean, and jerk He thinks dynamic tension Must be hard work Such strenuous living I just don't understand When in just seven days Oh, baby, I can make you a man

But a deltoid and a bicep A hot groin and a tricep Makes me, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, shake Makes me wanna take Charles Atlas by the hand In just seven days, oh, baby I can make you a man I don't want no dissension Just dynamic tension (I'm a muscle fan) In just seven days I can make you a man Dig it if you can In just seven days I can make you a man

I was a silent partner I found Myself with the rabble that stood on a mound Hipshot thinking but not out loud There are too many prophets here On the upper side of the sound of the dark I took it in silence I took it to heart I carried it quietly over the wall There were too many prophets there I was behind it One by one by one by one One by one by one by one Strike on Zero Strike on Zero One by one by one by one One by one by one by one I was a silent partner for once And I was split into two sections Here is my heart and here is my song There are too many prophets here I am divided One by one by one by one One by one by one by one Strike on Zero Strike on Zero I was the silent partner I know The part of the forest where you shouldn't go Now out of the woods and out in the day I see there's too many prophets here One by one by one by one Strike on zero One by one by one by one Strike on zero One by one by one by one Strike on zero One by one by one by one Strike on zero One by one by one by one

On the table The deal that kept the courts at arm's length Stealing our thoughts with the force of their non sequiturs Amateurs On the table The view behind the legs of dancers Windows of chance there, lost on the trail of dissent Innocent Do re mi, innocent On the table The deal between the thieves and exits Common and breathless, shrugging at what they've become Number one On the table The steal that kept the courts at arm's length Stealing our hearts with the force of the new evidence Innocent Do re mi, innocent Ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah Now the plain blondes are playing along with you Now the plain blondes are playing along with you With you On the table Our hopes become a starting pistol Though we have missed all the minutes, we know what we've won Are we done? On the table The deal between the legs of mankind Walking a straight line, copping a plea as they went Innocent Do re mi, innocent Ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah Now the plain blondes are playing along with you Now the plain blondes are playing along with you On the table On the table On the table On the table