Based on "The Bells" See my little, fuzzy balls- Hairy balls! How I like to play with them whenever the urge calls! How I tickle, tickle, tickle, First my left one then my right! ‘Till my precum starts to trickle I like both, I am not fickle Oh, it gives me such delight; Then I stroke, stroke, stroke, As my chicken I do choke, I continue masturbation ‘till come shoots like waterfalls From my balls, balls, balls, balls, Balls, balls, balls- From the hairy little sac that holds my balls. See the old man’s saggy balls Droopy balls! Hanging almost to his knees as he walks throughout the halls For they’re shriveled and they’re dry How they make him want to cry! And no more do they produce Any warm and creamy juice And he knows he can no longer reproduce. Not the phone sex lines he calls Nor a room of blow up dolls Help at all. Hear him bawl. With the coming of nightfall To his empty bed he’ll crawl He’ll be mourning until morning, For his balls, balls, balls, balls Balls, balls, balls- For his sagging and his dragging aged balls. Ok, screw it. There are not enough words that rhyme with "balls" to continue this and the verses just get longer.