Lyrics:

Oh, who's the queen of the locker room?
Who's the cream of the crop?
Poor Joey took her to the matinee
Said, 'God, she wouldn't stop'

Holy muscle of love
My heart's a muscle

Well, I must have come to that crazy age
Where everythin' is hot
'Cause I don't know if the things I'm thinkin'
Are normal thoughts or not

Holy muscle of love
Well, I got a muscle of love

Yeah
Ooh


I read dad's books like I did before
Now things are crystal clear
Lock the door in the bathroom now
I just can't get caught in here

Holy muscle of love
Well, I got a muscle of love

Holy muscle of love
I got a muscle of love
Holy muscle of love
My heart's a muscle of love
Holy muscle of love
Well, I got a muscle of love
Yeah, yeah, oh (Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah)
Must be a gift from above (Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh (Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah)
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah