M.U.S.C.L.E.

M.U.S.C.L.E. Lyrics

I'm number one,
I'm in demand,
Just put that controller in my hand.
Insert the cartridge and into the ring.
Lace up my boots,
It's time for wrestling.

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I choose Ashura Man and Geronimo.
I grab the booster ball and knock 'em out cold.
The ring freezes over and the wrestlers slip.
Don't let 'em fall or you might break a hip.

In the electrified ring you can be a chump.
When you wanna move away: press B button and jump.
Use the clothesline, when you're in a pinch.
Snag the championship belt-
This game's a cinch.

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