Pickles In The Pocket

Yeah, allright
Yeah, a pickles in the pocket
Pickles in the pocket
Pickles in the pocket
Now check this out
Fuck a b loody mary, man
Straight from the heart
Mix down red juice, pepper, tabasco 'n salt
Baby, put some vodka in there now and don't be shy
Just turn that bottle up side down
And let that moonshine drown in that shit
Hell I'm glad I got a drink
I'm fucking dying over here
'Cos life's to short 'n it's sweet and it's good
And I don't wanna miss out
I just wanna be fucked up so bad
From the moment I put my slippers on
To the time I go to bed 'n clock out
'N if I wake up dizzy puking at four am
I 'll be stumblin' out to the icebox 'n be drunk again
So pass me a driver 'n fill with screw
Nice fat muthafuckin' vodka 'n juice
Shit I'll be in the zone
No sugar no cream
Just get me a pint of that brew
No sex on the beach and no dingaling
Just keep it straight no fuzz, jizza
Man, and dont forget to burp
The only sound I want to hear is a long nasty slurp
Yeah, I got some pickles in my pockets allright
I got some pickles in my pockets allright
I got some pickles in my pockets allright
I got some pickles in my pocket
Now check this out
Lean that mean 'ol fashion over here
Did you get ot
Ok now mix it 'n ice it
Dont keep me hangin' 'n waiting 'n shit
What the fuck
Now shine that six feet of mahogny 'n brass u twirp
I wanna be able to mirror that wood
To see how drunk I get
Now if you can't tend the bar right
I have to pull you by the necktie
'N while your at it
Turn the record player back to the A-side
I wanna hear Cry Mama on the jukebox a-slamin'
'Cos I got pickles in n my pockets
I got pickles in my pockets
Pickles in my pockets
Pickles in my pockets
Sh-yeah
Well, well I used to drink martini's in Hamburg
Daiquiri's in NoHo
I even drank cold fuckin' champagne coctails on the south pole
But hey, I can tell you a goddamn thruth
There still no drink
Like vodka 'n pussy juice
Yeah thats right, forget it
Don't ever get downtown
Without a bottle to feed on while you jerk her crown
You might as well have fun while
While your down there eatin' her lips
Just pour the booze on her spreaded legs
'N get that pussy all soaked up in that alcohol
I got pickles in my pockets
I got pickles in my pockets
I got pickles in my pockets
I got pickles in my pockets
I got pickels in my pockets
I got pickles in my pockets
Yeah
Ah
I hit the drink hard
I hit the drink slow
No matter what I drink
There's still nuttin' like pineapplejuice soda 'n rum
I don't even have to worry
My bitches do it for me
They call me on the cell but I be bussy
'Cos my snake needs a piss
'N a piss I'm about to
It ain't, neah
Yeah
'Cos a piss I'm about to
It ain't nuttin' I can do baby call me later
So I lay the phone down 'n I go to jizz
Five minutes flat
Hell no
I take a pi-pi-pi-pi-pi-pi-pi-pi-pi-pi-piss
Like it's lastn' me a week
I got some pickles in my pockets
I got some pickles in my pockets
P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p pickles in my pockets
Pickles in my pockets
Pickles in my pockets
Pop-a-pop-a-pop-aa
Hell while I stand there pissing I get so thirsty
So I kick of my shoes 'n turn loose 'n I choose to drink bruskies
Five or six, a-keep it comin'
I'm drinkin' that shit to my ears start a-flappin'
So just dunk that shit 'n I'll be a-crackin'
That mothafuckin' whiskey is made to be a-smackin'
But you don't have to worry 'cos I won't pass out
But you don't have to worry because I won't pass out
And I keep gurglin' 'n swirlin'
As long as you keep putin' that schnapps
That schnapps
You keep flushin' that schnapps made from peach
Pickles in my pockets
P-p-p-p-pickles in my pockets
Pickles in my pockets
P-p-p-p-pickles in my pockets
P-p-p-pickles in my pockets pop-aa
Yo
Straight from the top now
Fuck a bloody mary, man
Straight from the heart
Mix down red juice, pep-p-p-p-p-a 'n salt
Put some vodka in there now and don'tbe shy
Turn that bottle up side down
And let the moonshine drown in that shit
Yeah
I'm talking about the pickles
I'm talking about the pickles
I'm talking about the p-p-p-p-pickles in my pockets