Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Troubled Story of Boris Becker's Balls, artist - Give Us Barabba.
Date of issue: 16.02.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Troubled Story of Boris Becker's Balls |
This is the troubled story of Boris Becker’s balls |
How many aces? |
— In! |
Out! |
In! |
Mouth! |
She had ten thousand sons of Boris Becker in her mouth |
He didn’t understand what she was talkin' about |
She was a hurricane, the dream of every man, |
But ready to become a nightmare! |
The tennis was your real job, passion and true love, |
Your talent with the racket and the yellow and pink balls |
You know is not the same, if they’re meat or plastic made |
But someone knows and choose the meat ones to play with… |
This is the troubled story of Boris Becker’s balls |
Never enough of tennis court like pasta on my dish… |
Everyone would really play like Boris with his balls |
No one wanna suffer like a champion when he falls |
The gyals inna di tennis court cryin' out their love |
And Boris Becker’s balls are flying like a dove! |
This is the troubled story of Boris Becker’s balls |
How many aces? |
— In! |
Out! |
In! |
Mouth! |
This is the troubled story of Boris Becker’s balls |
Never enough of tennis court too much fame to be quiet |
Now love is all around, your racket on your shoulders |
Days of happiness! |
Nobody wanted to break your balls and nobody hated you |
Nobody drank… |
Boris Becker, Boris Becker’s balls! |
Boris Becker, Boris Becker’s balls! |
Boris Becker, Boris Becker’s balls! |
Too much fame to be quiet… |
Now love is all around, your racket on your shoulders |
Days of happiness! |
Nobody wanted to break your balls and nobody hated you |
Nobody drank… |