Lyrics:

There are some things a guy gets from his pop
Some of them things get spaced, others never forgot
I got such a tradition
I keep in my truck cab
Ooh-ooh-ooh, piss-bottle man
Ooh-ooh-ooh, piss-bottle man

Miles and miles, and all the while I feel secure
Even when the fuse gets short, I can keep my nerve
Believe in such a tradition
I got it in my truck cab
Ooh-ooh-ooh, piss-bottle man
Ooh-ooh-ooh, piss-bottle man
Piss-bottle man, piss-bottle man
Ooh-ooh-ooh, piss-bottle man

Piss-bottle man, piss-bottle man
Ooh-ooh-ooh, piss-bottle man

Driving in his shoes, using the bottle he used
Every time I pop, I think of my pop and pay my dues
Respect such a tradition
A shrine in my truck cab
Ooh-ooh-ooh, piss-bottle man
Ooh-ooh-ooh, piss-bottle man
Ooh-ooh-ooh, piss-bottle man
Ooh-ooh-ooh, piss-bottle man
Ooh-ooh-ooh, piss-bottle man
Ooh-ooh-ooh, piss-bottle man
Ooh-ooh-ooh, piss-bottle man
Ooh-ooh-ooh, piss-bottle man