Health Nuts 'n' Fitness Freaks

Tune: Cole Porter's "Tomorrow"

Health nuts 'n' fitness freaks,
Our minds are as One:
"Death by Aerobicide"
Is lotsa fun.
So, health nuts 'n' fitness freaks,
I solemnly vow
To get outa my rut—
But
Not just right now.
Perhaps—

Mañana,
I'll try gettin' that tan;
Mañana,
I'll break down 'n' eat bran;
Mañana,
I'll start on a new plan:
"Sanum corpus, but not mens sana"—
Mañana.

Yes, sir—mañana,
I'll sweat, wearin' Sport styles;
Mañana,
I'll jog seventeen miles;
Mañana,
I'll get ridda these piles;
I'll be fit for a trim gymkhana—
Mañana.

I ain't gonna choose
The Lazier Way;
I ain't gonna snooze
Till noon, every day;
I ain't gonna rest,
Until I become
A Joe who can throw Clouseau and pin Cato,
Instead of a couch potato.

Mañana,
I'll get offa my ass;
Mañana,
I'll join Fonda's new class;
Mañana,
Who knows? Maybe I'll pass,
And arrive at the Jock Nirvana—
Mañana.