[Verse 1] Moon is high it starts to change Fur so wild instincts strange Hunting through the night it roams Pickle jars are where it calls home [Verse 2] Crispy green in the jar Sour taste its favorite by far All it needs to survive the night Or in flames it lights up bright [Chorus] Pickle werewolf prowling now Only pickles it allows Anything else burn in flames It's the way it plays its games [Verse 3] Runs through forests runs through streets Looking for those tangy treats No meat no bread no apple pie Pickles only keep it alive [Bridge] Others laugh they don't believe Until they see and start to grieve Flames erupt from any taste Other than pickles it's such a waste [Chorus] Pickle werewolf prowling now Only pickles it allows Anything else burn in flames It's the way it plays its games [Outro] Pickle, pickle, pickle I’M PICKLE RICK!!!! fuck
