dash, dash, dash, and scoot, scoot, scoot,
living out another day of He Man's reign
my little boy is mischief in a tracksuit.
Off he goes adventures nearly everywhere
He Man gives another enemy the boot,
muscle's bounding doesn't seem to have a care
my little boy is mischief in a tracksuit.
Police cars out engine rev'd up again
of he goes on another duty route,
hat at a tilt crooks are on the run again
my little boy is mischief in a tracksuit.
Then at night as he lies in bed so quiet
hot water bottle at his foot,
looks like an angel wouldn't he start a riot
my little boy is mischief in a tracksuit.