. --- ### **EVERY MAN NEEDS A GOOD DICKIN’** *(To be sung in furious, banjo-forward bluegrass twang)* welcome to the good dickin' song! that's Sammy's anthem yo! 1 2 3 let's go!!!! **\[Intro – fiddle stomp, banjo rolls in]** Well the sun comes up, and the truth gets thick..... There's gospel in the balls and thunder in the stick— Ain’t no shame in the way you're kickin’— **Every man needs a good dickin’.**!!!!!!!!... --- **\[Verse 1]** There’s a rhythm in the hips, a sermon in the stroke... A hymn in the howl when the back gets broke.... You can pray all night or just start stickin’—... **Every man needs a good dickin’.**...... oh yeah good dickin' **\[Verse 2]** Don’t matter what you drive or what you drink....! It’s what you do when you’re bent at the sink... That eye-roll moan, that pulse that’s quicken’d— **Every man needs a good dickin’.**....... you bet, some good dickin' --- **\[Verse 3]** You can fast, you can chant, you can live on rice (what?) But you ain’t been healed ‘til you’re fucked real nice...... It ain’t about love, it’s the way you're stricken— **Every man needs a good dickin’.**...... --- **\[Verse 4]** It don’t take romance, don’t take talk..... Just clean linens and a firm bedrock....... Ain’t a spa, it’s a holy kickin’— **Every man needs a good dickin’.**!!!!! it's a popular thing y'all **\[Verse 5]** Some folks find peace in a silent field.... Others want steel where their wounds won’t heal..... Some just need what the Lord ain’t pickin’— **Every man needs a good dickin’.**........ everyone can use some good dickin' **\[Verse 6]** A spine realigned by the grace of thrust..... A grip on the hips like a carnal trust...!!! You don’t need vows, just lube that’s thicken’d—.... **Every man needs a good dickin’.**.... I see you've thickened! hah **\[Verse 7]** It’s a sacrament passed through sweat and grind....... Where shame drops off and you lose your mind......!!!! It's proof that joy ain’t just for the stricken— **Every man needs a good dickin’.**...... if you are real man, that is **\[Verse 8 – Finale Verse]** So bless the bruises and the post-nut calm...... The gospel’s writ in spit and balm....!! Not all who wander are just chicken— **Every man needs a good dickin’.**...... so let's put it all together **\[Outro – breakdown into fiddle madness]** That’s right— Every man, no exceptions, no footnotes, no hymnal conditions—...... Just take off your boots and get split like the Red Sea, baby.......!!!! **\[Fiddle scream, banjo cackle, and fade.]** Well the sun comes up, and the truth gets thick There's gospel in the balls and thunder in the stick— Ain’t no shame in the way you're kickin’— **Every man needs a good dickin’.** ,..... ... !!!!
