RECORDINGS

Well I'm ever, 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
And they're such big balls
Dirty big balls
And he's got big balls, and he's got big balls,
But then, we've got the biggest balls of them all!

My balls are always bouncing
And my ballroom’s always full
And everybody cums and cums and cums again
If your name is on the guest list
No one can take you higher
Everybody says I've got great balls of fire!

I've got big balls
Well, I've got big balls and they're such big balls
And well, they’re kinda’ dirty right now
And he's got big balls, and he's got big balls,
But I’m afraid 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 overnight.

I've got big balls, I've got big balls
And they're such big balls
And they’re ... ewwwww
He's got big balls, and he's got big balls,
‘Cause we've got the biggest balls of them all!

And I'm just itching to tell you about them
I’m itching a little more than I should be
Crabs! Ahhhhhh!

Ballsucker, ballsucker, ballsucker…

If you're havin' trouble with your high school head

He's givin' you the blues

You wanna graduate but not in his bed

Here's what you gotta do -

Pick up the phone, I'm always home

Call me any time

Just ring 69 4 69

I lead a life of crime

Dirty deeds ... done dirt cheap

(Dirty dudes and they're done dirt cheap)

You got problems in your life of love

You got a broken heart (waahh!)

He's double dealin' with your best friend

That's when the teardrop starts - fella

Pick up the phone, I'm here alone

Or make a social call

Come right in

Forget about him

We'll have ourselves a ball

If your man’s an asshole and you want him gone

But you ain't got the guts

He keeps bitchin' at you night and day

Enough to drive you nuts -

Pick up the phone, leave him alone

It's time you made a stand

For a fee, I'm happy to be

Your backdoor man

Crystal meth, psilocybin, PNP

Done Dirt Cheap

Leather chaps, butt plugs, high voltage

Done Dirt Cheap

I've been around the world and seen a million girls

Ain't one of them got what my daddy's got

He steals the spotlight

Knocks me off my feet

He's enough to start a landslide

Just a walkin' down the street

Wearing Levi’s so tight and looking dynamite

About to blow me off

There's no doubt about it can't live without it

My dad’s got rhythm

He's got the backdoor rhythm

He's like a lethal brand, too much for any man

He gives me first degree, he really satisfies me

Loves me till my anus is aching and sore

He's enough to stop a freight train

Or start the Third World War

You know I'm losin' sleep

He’s got it in me so deep

And my pussy needs cock (well, yes it does)

There's no doubt about it can't live without it

My dad’s got rhythm

He's got the backseat rhythm

You know, it might be a sin

But when he sticks it in

And shoots his liquid love 

There's no doubt about it can't live without it

My dad's got rhythm

He's got the bareback rhythm

You know some twinks got rhythm

And you know bears got rhythm

Some dykes got rhythm

My dad's got rhythm