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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cuz 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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(chorus)
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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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(chorus)
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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
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(chorus)
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Big Balls
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| Will Oldham |
