Six-pack abs and trophy babes
Run beside me, my body concave
Vitamins and minerals for beauty and brawn
The bold and beautiful at work before dawn
Sweaty palms grasp my bike
I pedal the numbers with all my might

Fat burn or cardio, pick your poison
My legs now cramped and eyes frozen
A newscaster stares back at me
Grunts and groans to set me free
From Father Time’s ultimate insult
Added calories and carbs the result

Break a sweat the saying goes
Personal trainers become our foes
Harder and faster we pedal away years
Lift more weight throughout our tears
Belts and gloves define a generation
Oblivious to food’s degradation

Thin is in so burn the fat
I’m tired of listening to all this crap
Forget the treadmills and get a life
Working out is not worth the strife
My addiction now finally gone
The exercise game is only a con