Dear Mr. Scott,
In 1976 you wrote that you've got big balls.
"My balls are always bouncing, my ballrooms are always full," you said.
You also pointed out that some balls are held for charity and some for fancy dress but you confessed that the "one's held for pleasure" were the ones you liked the best.
You went on to proclaim, Mr. Scott, that you've got "the biggest balls of all."
But right now, dead or alive, I have got you beat Bon: I've got the biggest balls of all.