Wearing shorts and sleeveless singlets their arms and legs bronzed brown
You see them with their ladies the hunks of Broadbeach Town
With massive gleaming biceps their muscles bulging out
Enamoured by their bodies you see them strut about.

When they look in their mirrors their egos self inflates
But to build such mass of muscles must take more than lifting weights
You don't get such big muscles no matter how you strain
They must be taking steroids how else can one explain?.

You see them with their women along the Broadbeach strand
Or Pacific fair or the Oasis out walking hand in hand
Maybe you think I'm jealous perhaps that may be so
I'm fat and bald and older and muscles I can't show.

If I were young with huge muscles I might feel vain as they
I might wear shorts and singlets my physique on display
I'd stroll hand in hand through Broadbeach with young beauty of nineteen
And I'd think myself the finest the finest ever seen.

In shorts and sleeveless singlets their arms and legs bronzed brown
You see them with their ladies the hunks of Broadbeach Town
With massive gleaming biceps their muscles bulging out
Enamoured by their bodies you see them strut about.

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