BUBBLEGUM BALLS
My old man's bubblegum balls
They clap when he walks through the halls
They've seen the blast and lived to tell
Like two pink ghosts escaped from hell
He's got a limp and a five o'clock itch
But those boys still got their pitch
When it's hot they swing like vines
One hit me once and reset my spine
Bubblegum balls bubblegum bounce
Can't be contained by a tactical pouch
They slap they stretch they haunt the halls
My old man's bubblegum balls
He tapes a fan to his utility belt
Says it's for temperature control
But I know the truth
It's not about sweat
It's about freedom
Bubblegum balls cold war chic
They've been around since the Kennedy leak
Drop the beat and raise morale
For bubblegum balls and bunker brass pals