[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]