17. On The Beach Lyrics

54 inch around the chest
Stitching ripping on his vest
Biceps, triceps, ready to flex
A gold medallion around his neck
He looks more like the Michelin Man
He's trapped inside a multi-gym
I think I'd rather be the wimp
Living life the Atlas way
Pumping iron every day
Eats his own big body weight
And never gets sand kicked in his face
He looks more like the Michelin Man
He's trapped inside a multi-gym
I think I'd rather be the wimp