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.

Miles and miles and all the while
I feel secure.
Even if the fuse gets short,
I know I can keep my nerve.
I believe in such a tradition,
I got it in my truck cab.

Ooh, ooh, ooh piss-bottle man.

Driving in his shoes,
Using the bottle he used.
Everytime I pop I think
Of my pop and pay my dues.
I respect such a tradition,
A shrine in my truck cab.

Ooh, ooh, ooh piss-bottle man.