WAY DOWN THIS ROAD, IN A GYM FAR AWAY
A YOUNG MAN WAS ONCE HEARD TO SAY,
IVE REPPED HIGH AND IVE REPPED LOW,
NO MATTER WHAT I DO MY LEGS WONT GROW
HE TRIED LEG EXTENSIONS, LEG CURLS, AND LEG PRESSES TOO,
TRYING TO CHEAT, THESE SISSY WORKOUTS HED DO.
FROM THE CORNER OF THE GYM, WHERE THE BIG MEN TRAIN,
THROUGH A CLOUD OF CHALK AND THE MIDST OF PAIN
WHERE THE BIG IRON RIDES HIGH AND THREATENS LIVES
WHERE THE NOISE IS MADE WITH BIG FORTY FIVES
A DEEP VOICE BELLOWED AS HE WRAPPED HIS KNEES,
A VERY BIG MAN WITH LEGS LIKE TREES.
LAUGHING AS HE SNATCHED ANOTHER PLATE FROM THE STACK
CHALKING HIS HANDS AND MONSTROUS BACK,
SAID,BOY STOP LYING AND DONT SAY YOUVE FORGOTTEN,
THE TROUBLE WITH YOU IS YOU AINT BEEN SQUATING
-DALE CLARK, 1983
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