Forgive me if you've heard this one before...
Down the road, in a gym far away,
A lazy young man was once heard to say,
"No matter what I do, my legs just won't grow!
What to do next, I really don't know..."
He tried leg extensions, leg curls, leg presses too.
Trying to cheat, these sissy workouts he'd do.
From the corner of the gym where the big guys train,
Through a cloud of chalk and the midst of pain.
Where the iron rides high and threatens their lives,
Where the noise is made with big forty fives.
A deep voice bellowed as he wrapped up his knees,
A very big man, with legs like trees,
Laughing as he snatched another plate from the stack,
Chalked up his hands and his monstrous back.
Said, "Boy stop lying, and don't say you've forgetten!
Trouble with you is, you ain't been SQUATTIN'!"
Down the road, in a gym far away,
A lazy young man was once heard to say,
"No matter what I do, my legs just won't grow!
What to do next, I really don't know..."
He tried leg extensions, leg curls, leg presses too.
Trying to cheat, these sissy workouts he'd do.
From the corner of the gym where the big guys train,
Through a cloud of chalk and the midst of pain.
Where the iron rides high and threatens their lives,
Where the noise is made with big forty fives.
A deep voice bellowed as he wrapped up his knees,
A very big man, with legs like trees,
Laughing as he snatched another plate from the stack,
Chalked up his hands and his monstrous back.
Said, "Boy stop lying, and don't say you've forgetten!
Trouble with you is, you ain't been SQUATTIN'!"