LYRICS GAME

I don't like it when you look sad, Gaston

And totally wiped out

Everybody'd love to be in your shoes, Gaston

Even when it's not a big party

Of the whole village, you're the favorite

You're the pick of the bunch

Every woman falls to her knees before you

And that's not hard to understand

The best looking, that's Gaston

The beefiest, that's Gaston

And nobody's got a bull neck like Gaston

A big shot with real swagger and manners

And style and presence

Ask Tony, Dick or Norbert

They'll tell you right away exactly what they think

The coolest, that's Gaston

The star, that's Gaston

And nobody's got a chin dimple like he does

I've got a body like Apollo, lead in my head

What a champ this Gaston

Hip-Hip Hooray, Hooray Hip-Hip

Gaston, seven days a week

Everything else is peanuts

The strongest, that's Gaston

The sportiest, that's Gaston

When you put him in a ring

Nobody bites like Gaston

How tall he is, how handsome and well-built

Those aren't paper biceps

He's not shriveled or puny

It's true, and my hairy chest makes me famous

The classiest, that's Gaston

The toughest, that's Gaston

At the spitting contest, nobody spits like Gaston

I'm really skilled at expectoration

That's good, my Gaston

When I was little, I downed four dozen eggs

To be strong, to feel at ease

Now that I'm grown, I swallow forty-nine

That's why I'm the king of the heavies

Nobody aims like Gaston

Nobody curls like Gaston

And nobody's got Gaston's boots or shirts

I collect trophies, I've got them all over the house

You're the champ, Gaston