My Useless Balls

I'm shooting blanks
Robbing sperm banks
I'm gonna tell you about my useless balls

I can't procreate
The wifes in a state
I feel like the king of fools

Their wrinkly and they droop
Like an worn out ice cream scoop
and they stick to the side of my leg

They dangle like a conker
Smell like out of date cheese
and sometime leak over the bed

I've got a cobra without any poison
I Can't save the human race
A tommy gun with no bullets
But I can still go off in your face

I'm half the man I thought I was
So maybe I'm a women
My useless balls are going bald
and now I'm growing fucking bossoms