“You know what, maybe I am insane! Maybe I am insane! And maybe it’s time for you to find out how insane I really am, yeeeaahhhhh. RIGHT NOW! OH YEEAAAHHHHH!!!!”
In the arena of our hearts, a King triumphantly dwells.
A chromatic conquerer, made of flames,
A conflagration of unbridled intensity, unrivaled lunacy,
Inextinguishable.
The Macho King! In sequined cowboy crown, belted in Gold,
Proud slinger of ropes, bringer of pain,
Ambassador of bombast, wild with rage,
O! Fountain of fury, Jimmer of Slims, Titan in tights,
Tonight, to You, we bow.
We sing for you, Master of Machismo, Magister of Madness,
And our song is gruff and rumbles like thunder:
Ohhhhhh yyeeeeaaahhhhhh!!!!!!!
It echoes through eternity behind your name,
And follows the applause of fanatics
Into rafters.
Savage in the sexiest sense, swashbuckler of soul,
He whose costumes captivate continually,
MACHO MAN, yeeaaahhh!!! — No mere mortal.
The fire burns like a beast in a cage,
Rage and raw manliness persist
And pervade.
