I'm worrying everyday I could be anorexic I'll have to get into shape Can't seem to find the right charge Your mother she might be a swimmer Your father must have been a vaulter
Don't put me in skates Ping-pong I'm no great shakes People say I'm weak Can't even hold her tight You are the star of the poolside Your streamline curves I can't abide
I'll be a good sport I'll be a sportsman
I'm not sleeping these days Maybe insomniac Quench my thirst Flesh and blood I've got this craving for you Your brother, they call him Batman Your sister, we know she's Wonderwoman
I'm seeing Sundays I could be apoplectic The whole family gets in shape Under the floodlight People tell me I'm not strong I can't seem to find the right charge
