Following up on Sonja's introit of "Wreck Your Balls Upon the Copier,"  here's a modest submission (about an immodest practice).

Arjay

Rack Your Balls
words:  Arjay

Rack your balls upon the copier;  Fa la la la la La la la la
Scan to hard drive (not to floppier).  Fa la la la la La la la la
Doff we now our butts' apparel.  Fa la la la la La la la la
While some angel taps that barrel.  Fa la la la la La la la la

See the flashing jewels before us.  Fa la la la la La la la la
Strike a pose like London whor-es.  Fa la la la la La la la la
Follow all, with wild abandon!  Fa la la la la La la la la
Hey, Sir Dick's still got his pants on!  Fa la la la la La la la la

Fast away th'enjoyment passeth.  Fa la la la la La la la la
"Halt!"  Doth cry our legal 'staffeth.' " Fa la la la la La la la la
Singe your toys or balls so nu-ude:  "Fa la la la la La la la la
Virgin's ripe for being su-ed*:  "Fa la la la la La la la la

(* or "screw-ed")