Well, I'm upper upper class high society.
God's gift to ballroom notoriety.
And I always fill my ballroom, the event is never small.
The social pages say I've got the biggest balls of all.
I've got big balls, I've got big balls.
They're such big balls, and they're dirty big balls.
And he's got big balls. And she's got big balls.
(But we've got the biggest balls of them all!)
And my balls are always bouncing.
My balls are always full.
And everybody comes and comes again.
If your name is on the guestlist, no one can take you higher.
Everybody says I've got great balls of fire!
I've got big balls. Oh, I've got big balls.
They're such big balls and they're dirty big balls.
And he's got big balls. And she's got big balls.
(But we've got the biggest balls of them all!)
Some balls are held for charity, and some for fancy dress.
But when they're held for pleasure they're the balls that I like best.
My balls are always bouncing to the left and to the right.
It's my belief that my big balls should be held every night.
Oh, we've got big balls, we've got big balls.
We've got big balls, dirty big balls.
And he's got big balls, and she's got big balls.
But we've got the biggest balls of them all!
And I'm just itching to tell you about them!
Oh, we'll have such wonderful fun.
Seafood cocktail, crabs, crayfish...
...the people have a right to keep and bear arms.
-- Patrick Henry and George Mason Debates
