Lyrics

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 Three 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 you a man that you don't like Throw that Jack, baby, outta your mind Follow me, baby, have a real good time This is it This is it Look what you get Hoy! Hoy! I'm the boy Three hundred pounds of heavenly joy I'm so glad that you understand Three hundred pounds of muscle and man This is it This is it Look what you get