[Intro] "Gather 'round ye filthy bastards, hear this twisted tale," "Of a lad named Pete whose body took a turn off the rail," "Balls where tits should be, and tits down in his sack," "Squirting up top, milking below—now there’s no goin’ back!" [Verse 1] There once was a poor fuckin’ bastard named Pete, Woke up one morning, jumped out of his sheet, Stared down in horror, let out a scream, His whole goddamn body was livin’ a dream, Balls sittin’ proud where his tits used to be, Two milky boobs swingin’ where balls oughta be, He poked and he prodded, gave ‘em a squeeze, The swap was complete—now he’s built to displease! [Chorus 1] Boobs for balls and balls for boobs, Boobs for balls and balls for boobs! Chest shoots cum when he’s feelin’ the thrill, Crotch leaks milk in a warm creamy spill! Boobs for balls and balls for boobs, Boobs for balls and balls for boobs! Shirt’s soaked white, pants drippin’ sweet, Pete’s a walkin’ wet dream on two fuckin’ feet! [Verse 2] He ran to the doc, burst right through the door, Doc dropped his coffee all over the floor, “Fix me, you prick, this ain’t fuckin’ right!” Doc just adjusted his glasses in fright, Sneezed once—splat!—two jets hit the wall, Got stressed—drip drip—from his brand-new balls, The nurse slipped and fell in the puddle he made, Pete blushed bright red but the mess never fade. [Chorus 2] Boobs for balls and balls for boobs, Boobs for balls and balls for boobs! Top half blasts like a porn-star parade, Bottom half’s lactatin’ a milky cascade! Boobs for balls and balls for boobs, Boobs for balls and balls for boobs! Leaves sticky trails everywhere that he goes, Hydration for days from his head to his toes! [Bridge] He tried a tight bra—too small for the load, Jockstrap down down low just fuckin’ exploded, Bikini on top? The balls broke right free, Thong down below drowned the whole damn beach, Ladies all giggle, the lads wanna cheer, Pete’s gone viral, the freak of the year, No lotion, no milk bill, life’s lookin’ sweet, He’s embraced the swap—now he’s nutritionally complete! [Breakdown] BOOBS! BALLS! OOOOH! [Guitar Solo] [Verse 3] Now Pete hits the clubs in a crop top so tight, Chest pops off loads under strobe-light delight, Dancin’ real hard makes the bottom ones flow, Bartender’s lovin’ the free milk on show, Birds at the beach get a creamy surprise, He blasts ‘em with loads while they circle the skies, No shame in his game, he’s the king of the weird, The swapped-up bloke everyone fuckin’ reveres! [Final Chorus] Boobs for balls and balls for boobs, Boobs for balls and balls for boobs! Geyser up top, dairy down below, Never buys lube and the milk’s good to go! Boobs for balls and balls for boobs, Boobs for balls and balls for boobs! If fate flips your parts, just laugh and spray free— Pete’s livin’ proof it’s the life for fuckin’ me! [Outro] So raise your glass high to the legend named Pete, With balls on his chest and tits ‘tween his feet, Squirting and leaking from morning till night— Boobs for balls… what a glorious fuckin’ sight!
