Pickled Lyrics

Hey macho man, can't you think

Football hero, nickname's Dink

His arms are big, but his mind is small

Swallow a twelver and have a ball

Look across the room, someone smaller than you

It's your chance man, to beat him black and blue

Too much barely, too much grain

Living dead, immune to pain

Stumble around, pick a fight

Fuck with me, I just might