Got your hand up all in my shirt
And you know that it hurts
Ball & chain

My ball & chain

Crossing the street you look so fine

Making up everything that's in my mind
Ball & chain
Ball & chain


You are the same with your balls & your chains


Bend me over the back of the carseat
Take me down to Easy Street
Ball & chain

Ball & chain

You are the same with your balls & your chains

Oh yeah
Oh yeah


Why does this always happen?
Why does this always happen?
Why?

Why?
Yeah


Yeah, her tits were higher than mine
With a waist that is sugar-fine
I heard she could read & write too

And she's getting a degree in $#&@ing U

Sexual Psychology

It's easier than philosophy
It's easier than chemistry
Where's my chemisty?


Why does this always happen?
Oh why does this always happen?

Why?
Why?
Why?