Heyyyyy 'Ronica. Ewww...You got a left hand- use it Don't talk mean like that You'll hurt their feelings You make my balls so blue You hurt them badly You make my balls so blue They're hangin' sadly What did they do to you that you hate them so? Don't run from me They're all beat up like a tackling dummy! They long for your embrace They're warm like mittens They'll curl up on your face and purr like kittens You make my balls so blue Just look at them glow... We're beggin' you! Don't make my balls so blue. Heather? Heather? Open the door. Oh no, oh no no-no! Open the door! Oh no, oh no no-no! You make my balls so blue So please say hello Hold 'em! Enfold 'em! And never let go! Once you were geeky, and nerdy, but they knew you're dirty. You've set them on fire, Whatever you require they'll do So take 'em home to meet your parents! They'll wear a suit and tie and a fancy collar! They'll sing a lullaby La la-la la-la! Please make these balls not blue