Andrew Fisher - Mr. Universe lyrics

He was in his prime. On a roll, so to speak. Perfect physique. He lived on a mental diet of pecs, triceps, deltoids and biceps. He could bench five hundred. His footsteps thundered. The man lived a life of training, preparing and daring. Supplements. Occasional anabolic. Ambition. Competition. The world over the man was loved. But what did he see when he saw his reflection? Flexion, yes. Perfection? For all the body ma**, the reps, the weight and size (45-inch chest, he'd have you know) it still couldn't shield the rejection. For who could love such a hulk, with his monstrous bulk? Popping veins and protruding muscles. In circles of monsters he was first-rated, but in other departments he over-compensated. For all the records, and awards he still had his shame. All the girls at the events who admired his frame; his claim to fame. Tame. Couldn't rise to the occasion. Back-slapping and handshakes, greeting and meeting; expensive champagne, the man had his pain. That little thing. Why does it wilt when he hits the quilt? Oh well. At least he's built.