[spoiler]Let's get down to business
To defeat, The Huns.
Did they send me daughters
When I asked for sons?
You're the saddest bunch I've ever met,
And you can bet before we're through
Mister, I'll make a man out of you.
Tranquil as a forest
But on fire, within.
Once you find your center,
You are sure to win.
You're a spineless, pale, pathetic lot.
And you haven't got a clue.
Somehow I'll make a man out of you!
Tim is racing towards us
Till The Huns arrive.
Heed my every order,
And you might survive.
You're unsuited for, the rage of war.
So pack up, go home, you're through.
How could I make a man out of you? [/spoiler]