Balls!
Fun and Games with Balls
Stopthemadness has a couple of quirky friends that love to play quirky games. They came up with this one on a road trip in New Zealand. The only clear radio station they could find was an Easy Listening station, so they decided to replace the word “love” with the word “balls” and hilarity ensued. Thundersquee! hereby brings the hilarity right to your computer machines.
Childish? Yes. Silly? Uh-huh? A much needed respite from discussions of racism, sexism, gay marriage-ism, and broken microwavism? Absolutely.
I’ve Got My Balls to Keep Me Warm, Frank Sinatra
The snow is snowing, the wind is blowing
But I can weather the storm
What do I care how much it may storm?
I’ve got my balls to keep me warm
Crazy Little Thing Called Balls, Queen
This thing called balls, I just can’t handle it
This thing called balls, I must get ’round to it
I ain’t ready
Crazy little thing called balls
This thing (this thing) called balls (called balls)
It cries (like a baby) in a cradle all night
It swings, it jives
It shakes all over like a jellyfish
I kinda like it
Crazy little thing called balls
Baby Balls, The Supremes
Ooh baby balls, my baby balls
I need you, oh how I need you
But all you do is treat me bad
Break my heart and leave me sad
Tell me, what did I do wrong
To make you stay away so long
‘Cause baby balls, my baby balls
Been missing ya, miss kissing ya
Instead of breaking up
Let’s do some kissing and making up
All You Need is Balls, The Beatles
All you need is balls, all you need is balls,
All you need is balls, balls, balls is all you need.
Balls, balls, balls, balls, balls, balls, balls, balls, balls.
All you need is balls, all you need is balls,
All you need is balls, balls, balls is all you need.
Now That We’ve Found Balls, Heavy D and the Boyz
What is this thing called balls
I’m not quite sure
As to what is going down
But I’m feelin’ Hunkey Dory
‘Bout this thing that I found
Now that we found balls
What are we gonna do with it?
Can You Feel the Balls Tonight, Elton John
And can you feel the balls tonight
How it’s laid to rest
It’s enough to make kings and vagabonds
Believe the very best
You Give Balls a Bad Name, Bon Jovi
Shot through the heart, and your to blame, darling
You give balls a bad name
…
An angel’s smile is what you sell
You promise me heaven then put me through hell
Chains of balls, got a hold on me
When passion’s a prison you can’t break free
You’ll Never Find Another Balls Like Mine, Lou Rawls
You’ll never find, as long as you live
Someone who balls you tender like I do
You’ll never find, no matter where you search
Someone who cares about you the way I do
…
You’re gonna miss my ballin’ (you’re gonna miss my ballin’)
You’re gonna miss my ballin’ (you’re gonna miss my ballin’)
You’re gonna miss, you’re gonna miss my ba-a-alls
I Want to Know What Balls Is, Foreigner
Now this mountain I must climb
Feels like a world upon my shoulders
And through the clouds I see balls shine
It keeps me warm as life grows colder
…
Let’s talk about balls
(I wanna know what balls is) the balls that you feel inside
(I want you to show me) I’m feeling so much balls
(I wanna feel what balls is) no, you just cannot hide
(I know you can show me) yeah, woah-oh-ooh
The Power of Balls, Huey Lewis & the News
The power of balls is a curious thing
Make a one man weep, make another man sing
Change a hawk to a little white dove
More than a feeling that’s the power of balls
Tougher than diamonds, rich like cream
Stronger and harder than a bad girl’s dream
Make a bad one good make a wrong one right
Power of balls that keeps you home at night
What did you come up with? Tell us in the comments section.
(Thanks to Ramy and Chelsea for the idea and to Mae for her help!)
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June 4th, 2009 at 9:30 AM
cooter jean says:This is excellently hilarious.
I raise my balls to you.
June 4th, 2009 at 9:58 AM
cookiebees says:I want to suggest the ball version of, Pokerface. Ballface
Or even better, ball version of Sweet Child of Mine.
Sweet Balls Of Mine
June 4th, 2009 at 10:01 AM
silent noodles says:Ball Shack? Let my Balls open the door? My endless Balls? It’s only balls? I will do anything for balls(but I won’t do that)…ok I’m done now
June 4th, 2009 at 10:32 AM
cookiebees says:Don’t let the balls go down on me.
June 4th, 2009 at 11:13 AM
TT2 says:Silent Noodles, you are genius. Ball Shack would be awesome.
June 4th, 2009 at 11:23 AM
Bizzzzle says:Burning Love - Elvis (I’m pretty sure Elvis DID actually sing these lyrics at one point or another…)
Lord Almighty,
I feel my temperature rising
Higher higher
It’s burning through to my soul
Your kisses lift me higher
Like the sweet song of a choir
You light my morning sky
With burning ::balls::
Lord Almighty,
I’m burning a hole where I lay
Cause your kisses lift me higher
Like the sweet song of a choir
You light my morning sky
With burning ::balls::
With burning ::balls::
Ah, ah, burning ::balls::
I’m just a hunk, a hunk of burning ::balls::
Just a hunk, a hunk of burning ::balls::
Just a hunk, a hunk of burning ::balls::
Just a hunk, a hunk of burning ::balls::
Just a hunk, a hunk of burning ::balls::
Just a hunk, a hunk of burning ::balls::
June 4th, 2009 at 1:33 PM
cooter jean says:Baby I love your balls (way)
Gimme balls (more)
cold as balls (ice)
Love really hurts without balls (you)
June 4th, 2009 at 3:54 PM
TheHobo says:These Balls of Mine (From these arms of mine–ahem)
These balls of mine
They are lonely, lonely and feeling blue
These balls of mine
They are yearning, yearning from wanting you
And if you would [hold them]
Oh, how grateful I will be
These balls of mine
They are burning, burning from wanting you
These balls of mine
They are wanting, wanting to [be held by] you
And if you would [hold them]
Oh, how grateful I will be
Come on, come on baby
Just be my little woman, just be my lover, oh
I need me somebody, somebody to treat me right, oh
I need your woman’s loving arms to hold [them] tight
And I…I…I need…I need your…I need your tender lips
June 4th, 2009 at 4:44 PM
cooter jean says:Oh, good one Hobo!
June 5th, 2009 at 10:04 AM
TheHobo says:Thanks!
I really do love Otis Redding…but I’m glad he never actually sang about balls…
June 5th, 2009 at 10:48 AM
cooter jean says:Black Crows: Seeing balls for the first time