Lyrics Can I Have My Balls Back, Please? - Pulp

Can I Have My Balls Back, Please?

At the bottom of the stairway
I turned round as I was ready to leave and said
«Oh can I have my balls back, please?»
Well they might not mean that much to you.
But they sure as hell mean so much to me.
So can I have my balls back, please?
Oh can I have my balls back, please?
Can I have my balls back, please?
How am I gonna get through my life if you don’t return them to me?
Oh, no no.
Oh can I have my balls back, please?
Oh can I have my balls back, please?
I can’t really be a man.
Look at me I’m down on my knees.
Yeah.
So I went to New York City to see a doctor thinking maybe that he.
Would understand the state I was in.
He said: «I'd dearly love to help you son,
but you see the same thing’s happened to me.»
So now I’m home and I’m asking you just once more.
Please.
Oh can I have my balls back, please?
Can I have my balls back, please?
How am I gonna get through my life if you don’t return them to me?
Oh, no no.
Oh can I have my balls back, please?
Can I have my balls back, please?
Oh I can’t really be a man.
Look at me I’m down on my knees.
Yeah.
Oh and I don’t know how much longer I can live my life like this.
Bring 'em back.
Oh can I have my balls back, please?
Oh can I have my balls back, please?
Oh how am I gonna get through my life if you don’t return them to me?
Oh, no no.
So can I have my balls back, please?
Yeah can I have my balls back, please?
Oh I can’t really be a man.
Look at me I’m down on my knees.
Oh and I don’t know how much longer I can live my life like this.
Come on.
Bring 'em back.
They’re no use to you anymore.
Oh bring them back to me.