I hates wimmin, they're a bore
I always puts 'em on "ignore"
Cause they complicates the lives of sailin' men

And they shouldn't oughtta drive
They makes it hard to stay alive
You won't catch me gettin' in a car with them

But then, Olive Oyl
Beans me with them dotted eyes
Yes, she is a goil
But she's one of the guys

If they bugs her, I'll beats up anyone
I yam strong
I yam just what I yam
I eats spinach

Though she's sometimes irritatin'
Olive always will be ratin'
In the upper-range percentile of my heart

And when any mug like Bluto
Tries to offer her his kudo
I will buffs and biffs and takes that stiff apart

Oh yes, Olive Oyl
She's worth fightin' for, that dame
Though she is a toil
I loves 'er just the same

If they touch her, I'll roughs up anyone
I yam strong
I yam a sailin' man
I eats spinach

I hates wimmin, don't ya know
Till I sees her, then I glow
And I takes my skinny sweetheart by the hand

Though she's still a myskery
I'll asks her to marry me
Like spinach, I can't waits till she's uncanned

Oh yes, Olive Oyl
Is the frostin' on my cake
She's the biggest poil
A clam could ever make

If they asks me, I will tells anyone
I yam strong (strong)
Popeye the sailin' man (the sailin' man)
I eats spinach

I eats spinach
I yam just what I yam
I yam strong

FADE
I yam Popeye
I yam a sailin' man
I yam strong
I eats spinach