French Open 2011: Great Balls of Babolat at Roland Garros

They’re harder, they’re fluffier, they’re Babolat.

They’re better?

They’re faster—sure, at first.

They’re the fresh tennis balls of Babolat.

It’s goodbye, Dunlop. A new sphere dawns.

French balls at the French Open. Did you expect less?

Shouldering a heavy workload at the French Open? All that running and sliding and now this…

A song and dance about nothing, you say?

Well, let’s give the musical some lyrics and a tune.

Here’s to ballsy folk at Roland Garros.

Have a ball swinging to a remade version of Jerry Lee Lewis’ Great Balls of Fire.

You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain
Too much fluff drives a man insane
You broke my strings, oh what a thrill
Goodness gracious great balls of fire
I learned to love all of tennis money
You came along and you moved me honey
I changed my mind, looking fine
Goodness gracious great balls of Babolat
You kissed me racquet, Babolat, woo…..it feels good
Hold serve, Babolat, learn to let me serve you like a server should
Your fine, so kind
I’m a nervous world that your mine mine mine mine-ine
I cut my swing and I quiver my thumb
I’m really nervous but it sure is fun
Come on, Babolat, you drive me crazy
Goodness gracious great balls of Babolat

Well kiss me racquet, Babolat, woo-oooooo….it feels good
Hold serve, Babolat
I want to serve you like a server should
Your fine, so kind
I got this world that your mine mine mine mine-ine
I cut my swing and I quiver my thumb
I’m real nervous ’cause it sure is fun
Come on Babolat, you drive me crazy
Goodness gracious great balls of Babolat

I say goodness gracious great balls of Babolat…oooh.

Roger Federer has left the building!

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