I don't know much 'bout you
It's not fair to assume
But what I'd guess is true
Is that, like me, you've got a fair few
Of these round rubber things, what
Is to be done with them?
Some people love to flick them
I can't aim for crap

But if you want fun that's painless
Twist 'em up neatly and wrap 'em
Until there in your hand is layin'
Somethin' that will last a while (ah-ah-ah)

A ball made out of rubber bands
A ball made out of rubber there in your hand
A ball made out of rubber bands

Don't just let it lay right there, bounce it round, mate
See what it takes to make the whole damn thing disintegrate
Cause I don't really know since I've never thought to try it
Normally let it rest on my desk, but yours? Who cares? Let's fly it

You worked hard to make it
Get if you need me to clam it
Not take all your big plans and break 'em
Rest on laurels for a while (ah-ah-ah)

A ball made out of rubber bands
A ball made out of rubber must stay intact
A ball made out of rubber bands (a rude thing to suggest, I guess)
To make it thwack

The makin'
Is frustratin'
That's not a lie, no lie, no lie
But you've nothin' else to do, so try

A ball made out of rubber bands (it may hurt when you twist your wrist)
A ball made out of rubber, that's your day planned
A ball made out of rubber bands (when they snap off, you're pissed at this)
A ball made out of rubber bands (stay the course, man)

Dadada, dadada, dada
Dadada, dadadadada
Dadada, dadada, dada
Dadada, dadadadada
Dadada, dadada, dada
Dadada, dadadadada
Dadada, dadada, dada
Dadada, dadadadada
Dadada, dadada, dada
Dadada, dadadadada
Dadada, dadada, dada
Dadada, dadadadada