The Red Ball Lyrics

The Red Ball



Once there was a red ball, with 15 white stripes

who went into town, but got into some fights

He lost a white stripe, and couldn't find it back no more

So the only thing he could do, was go to a store



But he didn't have the money to buy a new one,

so he went back to his house, to pick-up his shotgun

He robbed a bank, dressed-up as a black ball,

and after that, he ran back to the mall



But back in the stripe-store they recognised his face,

so he ran out, but the cops started a chase

The cops finally found him; he was hiding in a backstreet

But he pulled out his gun, and they were all dead-meat…



But back in the stripe-store they recognised his face,

so he ran out, but the cops started a chase

The cops finally found him; he was hiding in a backstreet

But he pulled out his gun, and they were all dead-meat...



The red ball started crying and he fell onto the ground

He laid there for an hour, and then he heard a sound

He stood up, looked around, and then he saw a cat,

and as he looked closer, he saw a stripe on it's head



He picked up his gun, and aimed it at the cat

and a few second's later, the animal was dead

He took the stripe of the cat and fell into laughter

The red ball was complete again, and lived happily ever after...





The moral of this story? No one really knows...

But if you listen to this song, I think it clearly shows

Our music is okay, but the lyrics really suck,

and I know that's pretty lame, but we don't give a fuck!