Verse 1 A whistle blows (like Tugboat's tune, they say). They introduced him in a working man's way. With vignettes of grit, a curious sight, Chopping down a tree with all his might. A hero's build? No, not quite right... This "Real Man's Man" was primed for a fight. (Pre-Chorus) The announcer booms, a proud decree: "He squeezes his own oranges, you see!" Pulp and all, a brute's technique, A villain's glint begins to peek. Chorus He's a man! Such a man! (Such a man!) He's a real, A real man's man! He's a man! Such a man! (Such a man!) He's a real, A real man's man! Verse 2 The gimmick faded, a silly stunt, Through haze and fog, a blurry front. But from the rubble, a new lord rose, A sneer perfected, a spine that froze. With just a foul look, he'd draw your ire, A snotty Englishman, full of pride. (Pre-Chorus) No more dirt or juice to press, Just brutal, technical finesse. A working-class schmoe he was no more, A true ring general you'd learn to deplore. Chorus He's a man! Such a man! (Such a man!) He's a real, A real man's man! He's a man! Such a man! (Such a man!) He's a real, A real man's man! Verse 3 The brass knuckles gleam, a regal art, To stun a fan favorite and tear them apart. A "Lord" in the ring, with power and grace, A smug, superior look upon his face. He'd make you bow to his command, The most refined fist in all the land. (Pre-Chorus) You won't find him pouring from a carton, oh no! He savors the pain that he bestows! A master of the mat, a villain true, And this next part he says to you: Villainous Bridge (Music drops to a tense, quiet hum. Spoken with cold, arrogant clarity.) "You come into this job with nothing. You leave it with nothing… The job owes you nothing, and you’re in a completely bent business. This is what I am. I have a made mind that just works as a villain. When I see a kindred spirit… a man who would stand next to me to warm his hands on the bloody flames, I know. True villains can’t pretend to be anything else. They are what they are. And I… am bloody glorious." Double Finale Chorus (Music explodes back in with full orchestra and choir) HE'S A MAN! SUCH A MAN! (SUCH A MAN!) HE'S A REAL, A REAL MAN'S MAN! HE'S A MAN! SUCH A MAN! (SUCH A MAN!) HE'S A REAL, A REAL MAN'S MAN! (Immediate, earth-shattering repeat) HE'S A MAN! SUCH A MAN! (SUCH A MAN!) HE'S A REAL, A REAL MAN'S MAN! HE'S A MAN! SUCH A MAN! (SUCH A MAN!) HE'S A REAL, A REAL MAN'S MAN!
