SWEATY BALLS

Balls, balls, balls, sweaty balls, balls, balls

We love to walk the streets of town
On hot and muggy nights
Our face is never with a frown
Those glorious summer sights
For when the air is sticky
It affects men old and young
For things start turning prickly
And all appear to be hung
It’s a very manly condition
One that we do so admire
An almost certain aspiration
That sets our loins on fire

Balls, balls, balls, sweaty balls, balls, balls...

CHORUS
Sweaty balls, sweaty balls
How we love those sweaty balls Sweaty balls, sweaty balls
How we love those sweaty balls

Balls, balls, balls, sweaty balls, balls, balls...

I love the man who widens his stance
His scrotum isn’t tight
I get to see his balls dance
To the left and to the right
With his hands inside his pockets, I’ll watch him tug and tug
As if he’s scratching,
Scratching at a bug
The scratch may start above the belt
But lower down the itch is felt
When they swing both to and fro It’s proof he’s going co-man-do

Balls, balls, balls, sweaty balls, balls, balls

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Balls, balls, balls, sweaty balls, balls, balls

The problem isn’t shrinkage
The opposite is true
Osmosis is so present
I took biology, too
The small ones get humongous
The bigger ones get grand
If they’d only stop to let us
We’d give them all a hand
So that’s our sordid story
And we swear it all is true
So when you go out walking
We’ll be looking out for you (And your)

Balls, balls, balls, sweaty balls, balls, balls

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Balls, balls, balls, sweaty balls, balls, balls