'Twas the night before Christmas
And all the through the gym
Not a gym rat was stirring
And the lights were all dim
The dumbells were all racked
In order with great care
With hopes that saint nick
Would soon do a set there
The bodybuilders were in hgh comas
Carpel tunneled even in bed
While visions of pro cards
Danced in their heads
My missus in her nighty
And me in the buff
We were worn out from fucking
My peter smelled like her muff
When out on the lawn
Arose such a clatter
I did a set up of push ups
Then checked on the matter
I looked out the window
Expecting to see saint nick
Instead the the light gave way
To some muscle bound prick
He was jacked as fuck
Shoulders round and full
Over his chisled chest
Was a stringer made of wool
He walked up to the front entry
He kicked in my door
It lay there shattered
Like my hopes and dreams on the floor
He had a flat rate box in hand
Dude was built like a tank
He was filling the stockings
With tiny vials that would clank
Who are you i asked
My voice shook with fear
I'm TGI he stated
And i brought you some gear
Take some of these orals
And pin this whole stack
Eat clean and lift heavy
And you too can be jacked
As he tore ass on his harley
Over the pipes he did yell
Happy gains, motherfuckers
I'll see you in hell!