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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 And they're such big balls And their fancy 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 ballroom always full And everybody comes and comes 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 Oh I've got big balls And they're such big balls Fancy 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 We've got big balls We've got big balls We've got big balls Fancy big balls He's got big balls She's got big balls (But we've got the biggest balls of them all) (We've got big balls) (We've got big balls) And I'm just itching to tell you about them Oh we had such wonderful fun Seafood cocktail, crabs, crayfish (But we've got the biggest balls of them all) (Ball sucker) (Ball sucker) (Ball sucker) (Ball sucker) (Ball sucker) (Ball sucker) (Ball sucker) (Ball sucker) (Ball sucker) (Ball sucker) (Ball sucker) (Ball sucker)
Writer(s): Malcolm Young, Ronald Belford Scott, Angus Young Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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