Country Dick was a man Big as the Rio Grande His voice did boom like thunder But that evil rotten turd Mr. Mike Perv Laid Country Dick six feet under
Country Dick played the drums Like he was fuckin' nuns Behind the rectory He was pure rock 'n roll Chaos in his soul He came to set us free
Country Dick had three wives He told them bald-faced lies With women he sure was brave But that evil rotten turd Mr. Mike Perv Laid Country Dick in his grave (Put him down)
Country Dick was our king The truth he did sing He died mid-song on stage Killed by record company cheaters Bean-counting wife beaters He would not be a slave
But friend, don't be sad 'Cause Country Dick is dead His voice raves on forever And this big ol' planet Earth Has just given birth To a brand new hell-raisin' trouble maker
Let's hoist a glass to our friend Let the drinkin' begin Eat some 'shrooms right now Play poker 'til dawn Dean Martin records on And all rear back and begin to howl
Lemme tell ya Country Dick was a man Big as the Rio Grande His voice did boom like thunder But that evil rotten turd Mr. Mike Perv Laid Country Dick, laid Country Dick Put Country Dick six feet under