300 Pounds of Joy - Howlin' Wolf

Well, all you girls think

The days are done

You don’t have to worry

You can have your fun

Take me, baby

For your little boy

Because three hundred pounds

Of a heavenly joy

This is it, this is it

Look what you get

You’ve been bending

And hiding 'round behind his back

And you got your man

That you don’t like

Throw that cat, baby

Outta your mind

Follow me, baby

And have a real good time

This is it, this is it

Look what you get

Hoy, hoy

I’m the boy

I’ve got three hundred pounds

Of a heavenly joy

I’m so glad

That you understand

I’m three hundred pounds

Of muscle and man

This is it, this is it

Look what you get