184.  LARGE BALLS
Melody--???

Miss Jones was walking down the street,
When a young fellow she happened to meet,
Was giving the girls a hell of a treat,
Twisting and turning his balls.

CHORUS: But they were large balls, large balls,
Twice as heavy as lead (cha, cha),
And with two twists of his muscular wrists,
He threw them right over his head.
(Sera-aboom, sera-aboom,sera-aboom boom boom)
 
A policeman to the scene was called,
He said, "A lesson'll have to be taught,
Because it's certain that no one ought,
To be twisting and turning his balls."

The prisoner standing in the dock,
He gave the judge a hell of a shock,
Insisting on showing the jury his cock,
And twisting and turning his balls.

The judge he said, "The case is clear,
The fine will be a pint of beer,
For any young bugger that comes in here,
Twisting and turning his balls."

From Paul Woodford, "Hash Hymns II" (Honolulu, Hawaii, 1994)