Pissed Drunk Cocks

[Verse]
Down in a basement with the lights dimmed low,
Where the Pissed Drunk Cocks put on a show,
Neil Watkins on defense, tough as nails,
Holding that blue line, never fails.
[Verse 2]
BC on the wing with a sniper's aim,
Setting up and scoring like a true hall of fame,
His stick like a wand, magic on ice,
Every goal he makes is worth the sacrifice.
[Chorus]
Oh, they're the Pissed Drunk Cocks, skating fast,
Playing hard, making memories last,
From the screen to the rink, all hearts unite,
For the love of the game, we fight.
[Verse 3]
Gammy at center, finding his sweet spot,
In the 'Gammy Slot', he gives it all he's got,
With a deke and a shot, he lights the lamp,
Leaving defenders lost, stuck in a jam.
[Verse 4]
Late nights and laughter, each game a thrill,
Bonded by hockey, with courage and skill,
They might be virtual, but the feeling's real,
On the ice and online, they seal the deal.
[Chorus]
Oh, they're the Pissed Drunk Cocks, skating fast,
Playing hard, making memories last,
From the screen to the rink, all hearts unite,
For the love of the game, we fight.