The Balls' In Your Court Lyrics

It took an eighteenth-century queen to understand me.
The way I love, the way I feel, the way I cry, the way I heal.
A lonely serf snuck out from work, gone to watch the foamy surf pound the cliffs.
And then the queen, she came to me as if from a beautiful dream, and she sniffed...

"What do I smell?" she asked aloud and then I finally turned around and looked at her.
She stood there nude just like a prude who found her nerve, free like a bird.
"Take off your pants," she did demand, I dropped them and my little man rose up and...
She nodded then and turned away and yelled back, "Meet me at my chamber bed."

The balls' in your court,
They satisfy you all night long.
The balls' in your court,
And the chambermaids, they look on.
The balls' in your court,
And I'm in you, so long!

One afternoon, on Saturday, the King sent a letter to meet posthaste, and so I did.
I knelt upon his throne and cast my gaze down at the floor and then he spoke...
"I hear that you have felt my wife in ways in which no knave should like,
"Maybe you'd like to return to your humble roots and you're family poor, what do you say?"

"Silence!" the queen screeched out and threw her golden scepter down upon the floor.
"You and I both know that I adore this little serf much more than you will know."
The king, he glared, but spoke no more, and finally I left the floor and went to her room.
There she wept and lie prostrate and told me she must leave today and not return.

The balls' in your court,
They satisfy you all night long.
The balls' in your court,
And the chambermaids, they look on.
The balls' in your court,
And I'm in you, so long!

The sweet, sapphire night she left...
I felt unwhole that night and have ever since...
Mmm, Queen of Hearts, show me your red box.
But you are gone now, fill the void with more cocks.

The balls' in your court,
They satisfy you all night long.
The balls' in your court,
And the chambermaids, they look on.
The balls' in your court,
And I'm in you, so long!