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Matthew Wilder, David Zippel
Let's get down to business-to defeat the Huns
Did they send me daughterswhen I asked for sons?
You're the saddest bunch
I ever met
But you can betbefore we're through
Mister, I'll make a manout of you
Tranquil as a forest
But on fire within
Once you find your center
You are sure to win
You're a spineless, palepathetic lot
And you haven't got a clue
Somehow I'll make a manout of you
I'm never gonna catchmy breath
Say good-bye to thosewho knew me
Boy, was I a fool in schoolfor cutting gym class
This guy's got 'emscared to death
Hope he doesn't seeright through me
Now I really wish that Iknew how to swim(
Be a man)
We must be swift asthe coursing river(
Be a man)
With all the forceof a great typhoon(
Be a man)
With all the strengthof a raging fire
Mysterious as thedark side of the moon
Time is racing toward ustill the Huns arrive
Heed my every orderand you might survive
You're unsuited forthe rage of war
So pack up, go homeyou're through
How could I make a manout of you?(
Be a man)
We must be swift asthe coursing river(
Be a man)
With all the forceof a great typhoon(
Be a man)
With all the strengthof a raging fire
Mysterious as thedark side of the moon(
Be a man)
We must be swift asthe coursing river(
Be a man)
With all the forceof a great typhoon(
Be a man)
With all the strengthof a raging fire
Mysterious as thedark side of the moon
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