This is a song about "Space balls"

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

My home was broken by wreckin' balls

And i got them gold bottles, first place

My bad, i just wanna gaze into space/

Your balls cry during bug life

Take her back to where i live

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

Your balls get susan boyle

My bad, i just wanna gaze into space

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

So i went down south but i ended up north

Don't test me unless you got the balls

You have laid your footprint in the soil

My balls get lubed in oil