Dink (feat. Michael Pasqualini & Sean Sullivan)

Big feet and a great big nose
You're shackled down at home; the wife's the boss
You know how it goes
Big head with oily skin
Can you come out and play little boy
Of course he can't, you can never win

You're a fuckin' dink: You're just a puppet on a string
You're a fuckin' dink: Doin' what you're told that's your thing
You're a fuckin' dink: you've turned over your command
You're a fuckin' dink: I'm still singing' in the band

Get a lawyer the cash comes first
Your wife's ass and your pimples
They're both gonna burst
Twenty years of friendship
It was so strong
If you weren't such a dink I couldn't write this fucking song

You're a fuckin' dink: You're just a puppet on a string
You're a fuckin' dink: Doing what you're told that's your thing
You're a fuckin' dink: you've turned over your command
You're a fuckin' dink: I'm still singing' in the band

Wife and kids keeping you down? It's tough
Like you told me seven years ago
Why don't you go fuck off

You're a fuckin' dink: You're just a puppet on a string
You're a fuckin' dink: Doing what you're told that's your thing
You're a fuckin' dink: you've turned over your command
You're a fuckin' dink: I'm still singing' in the band