Green shiny skin. Smokin’ in the rain. Nobody knows. His real name. I see him in my nightmares. And wet dreams. Who's the Pickle Guy? He don’t talk much. Who's the Pickle Guy? He just stares. Who's the Pickle Guy? Smells like vinegar, and cigarette-flavored air. He likes saxophone solos, Sounds like pain. But the pickle keeps you.. Mentally sustained. "Take me to the place I looove..." Nope nope, wrong song. ... where was I... Pickle! Gimme that brine! Needing that brine! Gimme that brine! Needing that brine! I'm feeling fine! Who's the Pickle Guy? He don’t talk much. Who's the Pickle Guy? He just stares. Who's the Pickle Guy? Smells like vinegar, and cigarette-flavored air. Sweating. Pickle. Juice. Sweating. Pickle. Juice. Sweating. Pickle. Juice. Sweating. Pickle. Juice. Who's the Pickle Guy? He don’t talk much. Who's the Pickle Guy? Sleeps behind bars. Who's the Pickle Guy? Smells like vinegar, and cigarette-flavored air. Who's the Pickle Guy? Who's the Pickle Guy? Who's the Pickle Guy?
