I want you to pick up that piece of toast like a man
Think of this as
Masculine toast and masculine butter
Ready for spreading by a masculine hand
Pick up that knife and make believe it's a machete
It'll take all your strength and steady nerves
For hacking your way through the cherry preserves
Think of John Wayne and Jean Paul Belmondo
Think of the Legionnaires and Charlemagne's men
So like a stevedore you grab your cup
And if God forbid that your pinky pops up
You can climb back up the mountain once again
Listen to that
About that voice of yours
Grunt like an ape and growl like a tiger
Give us a roaring, snorting masculine laugh
Try to remember that John Wayne was not soprano
Try giving it rough and gruff and low.
Try more of John Wayne and less Brigitte Bardodt
Think of De Gaulle and pick up Rasputin
Think like a Daniel marching into the den
While trying to join the burly brutes
If you forget that your nylons are under your boots
You can climb back up the mountain once again
Think Ghengis Kan
(Think)
And think Taras Bulba
(Think, think, think)
Think of Atilla's Huns
And Robin Hood's men
(Hup, hup)
Try not to weaken or collapse
If they discover the petticoat under your chaps
You can climb back up the mountain once again
Woah, yeah

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