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DO YOUR BALLS HANG LOW? Do your balls hang low? Do they swing to and fro? Can you tie 'em in a knot? Can you tie 'em in a bow? Can you throw 'em o'er your shoulder, Can you pluck a merry tune When your balls hang low. Ting-a-ling, God damn, Find a woman if you can. If you can't find a woman, Find a clean old man. If you're ever in Gibraltar, Take a flying fuck at Walter. Can you do the double shuffle, When your balls hang low? Do your balls hang low? Do they swing to and fro? Can you tie 'em in a knot? Can you tie 'em in a bow? Do they make a lusty clamor, When you hit them with a hammer? When you ball hang low. chorus Can you bounce 'em off the wall, Like an Indian rubber ball? Do they have a hollow sound, When you drag 'em on the ground? Do they have a mellow tingle, When you hit 'em with a shingle? Do they have a salty taste, When you wrap 'em 'round your waist? Do they chime like a gong, When you pull upon your dong?
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