Will You Be My Ball?

I want to play today
Will you be my ball?

Will you be my ball and socket?
Will you be my ball and chain?
Will you get bounced up and down and get
Passed around and get
Slam dunked and left out in the rain?

Will you be my candy apple?
Will you be my candy cane?
Will you be my candy striper
Come and change my dirty diaper
Push my squeaky wheelchair down the lane?

It’s all so mysterious now
Ephemeral, ethereal, delirious now
I got to get through somehow
I hope you don’t mind if I
Step out of line

But will you be my ball of cotton?
Will you be my ball of fire?
Or will you be my SuperBall
Bouncing off my bedroom wall
A Zectron electron, vectoring higher and higher?

It’s all so tentative now
Uninventative, misrepresentative now
I got to cut through somehow
I got to slice it up, dice it up,
Serve it up nice

Will you bust the balls I bring you?
Have you got the balls I need?
Or are you just an old moth ball
In that closet down the hall
Stuffed inside the pocket of a tweed?

Will you be my ballpark buddy?
Will you be my ballroom queen?
I want to play today
Will you be my ball?