Dickster 6 Foot Dick

[Intro] [Verse 1] Well, he’s slingin’ insurance for ol’ Black Jake, Suburban crawlin’ slow like it’s breakin’ the brakes. Busch Light in the cup holder, laughin’ at the news, Pontoon tied up tight where the river runs blue. [Chorus] Dickster, six-foot Dick, Round Lake’s hometown king, Liberty’s his anthem, gravel roads his everything. Top Hat Bar’s his throne, any old “gay-rodge” where he grins, It ain’t easy bein’ a six-foot dick, but damn, it’s a win. [Verse 2] He’ll crack a joke ’bout liberals, but buy you a round, Hole-in-the-wall jukebox, small-talk sound. Ain’t no city slicker, just dirt-road dreams, Red-white-and-blue pride in his sunburnt seams. [Bridge] In that garage, he’s a legend in grease, Beer cans on the workbench, swear words released. “Freedom ain’t free, but my laugh sure is,” Rusty tools and tall tales—that’s the Dickster biz. [Chorus] Dickster, six-foot Dick, Round Lake’s hometown king, Liberty’s his anthem, gravel roads his everything. Top Hat Bar’s his throne,any old “gay-rodge” where he grins, It ain’t easy bein’ a six-foot dick, but damn, it’s a win. [Outro]