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Chorus:
Ball of yarn , ball of yarnIt was then I spun her little ball of yarnBall of yarn, ball of yarnIt was then I spun her little ball of yarn.
It was in the month of June When the flowers were in bloom I found her sweeping out behind the barn As she shoveled up the gobs I so gently pinched her knob And asked to spin her little ball of yarn.
She undressed before my sight We went at it all that night Her little frame was shakin' stem to stern And the blackbird and the robin Watched her little butt a-bobbin' 'Twas then I spun her little ball of yarn.
It was two months after that In the office where I sat Never dreamin' that she'd done me any harm A doctor dressed in white said "Your pecker is a sight It's been tangled in the little ball of yarn."
It was nine months to the day In the bathtub where I lay I felt a heavy hand upon my arm And a policeman with a hose said, "Get up and get your clothes You're the father of a little ball of yarn."
In my prison cell I sit With my bathrobe in the shade And the shadow of my finger on the wall And the women as they pass thrust their hatpins up my ears And the little mice play hopscotch with my...
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