As I heard it in 1955.

Anthony Clare was a conjuror
Quite a bit of a conjuror
Always doing his favourite trick
Of turning and twisting his balls around

For he had large balls,big balls
Balls as heavy as lead
With a dextrous flick of his muscular wrist
He could turn them right over his head
   
Ra,ra,ra,ra
ra,ra,ra,ra

As he was walking down the street
Pretty Miss Jones he chanced to meet
With her faithful hound at her feet
A-twisting and turning its balls around

Ra, etc

As he was turning his balls around
Down they fell with a hell of a bound
Right on top top of the faithful hound
That was turning and twisting its balls around

Ra, etc

Little Miss Jones was quite distraught
She said she'd take the matter to court
For in her opinion nobody ought
To be turning and twisting their balls around

Ra, etc

Anthony Clare stood in the dock
And gave the court a hell of a shock
By insisting on showing the jury his cock
And turning and twisting his balls around

Ra, etc

The judge said "The case is clear,
The fine will be one barrel of beer
For any bugger that comes in here
And turning and twisting his balls around!"

Ra, etc