| Balls they come up happy
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| When I place them in your hand
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| And I will acknowledge with a cocking of my head
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| When the faces rise against us
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| 'cause we’re moderate or meek
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| They’ll see we’ve got the only balls of them all
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| I’ve got big balls
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| O I’ve got big balls
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| I’ve got big balls
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| And they’re dirty big balls
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| And he’s got big balls
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| And she’s got big balls
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| But they’re not the only balls of them all
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| We could be eating pudding
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| But we’d rather place our balls
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| In their mouths when they are eating
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| And let 'em be themselves
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| Well the world is bound to splinter
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| Still in paris they will cry
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| «we've got the only balls of them all»
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| O balls will make you happy
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| O balls all the time
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| Press your balls against the mirror
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| Now you’re pressing them to mine!
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| Well my balls are always bouncing
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| To the left and to the right
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| They’ve found themselves a color
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| And they peer into the night
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| Once you’ve mouthed my testicles
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| You’ll know I’m not a liar
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| I’ve got great balls of fire |