Saturday Night Music

Might use a piece or two to extend Footsteps:

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The principal had told him that respectable boys didn’t listen to AC/DC and that they would never sing such a dirty song.  She finished her lecture by forcing him to lean against the wall while she used her paddle to emphasize why he had been a bad boy.

She never could have imagined that years later he would recreate that scene, except he wasn’t the guest of honor this time.

Mrs. Thompson had recognized him immediately but instead of being shocked to find him insider her home she had been angry and had focused her icy blue eyes upon his in the same manner as she had done during his school days.

But there was a big difference because he wasn’t a school boy any longer and she was no longer his principal. This time the roles were reversed and he had all the power.

Oh sure, she tried to pretend otherwise and did her best to use that glare to intimidate him but it didn’t work.  It took her a while to recognize that the only way to get through the evening was to cooperate with what she thought was a sick fantasy.

The little whisper in the back of her mind began to take control and she started to realize that cooperating was the only reason she hadn’t experienced any real physical pain. But the mind is ever so good at playing tricks upon itself so when he demanded she read the lyrics while he tied up her up she did so without question.

And when he told her they were going to act out the lines in the song she said no because she thought that showing any fear would give him the wrong sort of encouragement.

She was wrong.

Well I’m ever upper-class high society
God’s gift to ballroom notoriety
And I always fill my ballroom
The event is never small
The social pages say I’ve got
The biggest balls of all

I’ve got big balls
I’ve got big balls
They’re such big balls
And they’re dirty big balls
And he’s got big balls
And she’s got big balls
But we’ve got the biggest balls of them all

And my balls are always bouncing
And my ballroom always full
And everybody cums and cums again
If your name is on the guest list
No one can take you higher
Everybody says I’ve got
Great balls of fire

I’ve got big balls
Oh, I’ve got big balls
And they’re such big balls
Dirty big balls
And he’s got big balls
And she’s got big balls
But we’ve got the biggest balls of them all

Some balls are held for charity
And some for fancy dress
But when they’re held for pleasure
They’re the balls that I like best
My balls are always bouncing
To the left and to the right
It’s my belief that my big balls
Should be held every night

Oh, we’ve got big balls
We’ve got big balls
We’ve got big balls
Dirty big balls
He’s got big balls
She’s got big balls
But we’ve got the biggest balls of them all

Oh, we’ve got big balls
We’ve got big balls
We’ve got big balls/And I’m just itching to tell you about them
Dirty big balls/Oh we had such wonderful fun
He’s got big balls/Seafood cocktail
She’s got big balls/Crabs
But we’ve got the biggest balls of them all/Crayfish

Oh, bollocks, knackers
Bollocks, knackers
Bollocks, knackers
Bollocks, knackers
Bollocks, knackers
Bollocks, knackers
Bollocks, knackers
Bollocks, knackers
Bollocks, knackers
Bollocks, knackers
Bollocks, knackers
Eh-yeah
Big Balls AC/DC

The memory of that night way back when always made him smile.  Mrs. Thompson had apologized for her poor treatment and she had done it every way he had asked and then when she realized it didn’t matter she had screamed and that had been the signal that the show was over.

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