Smallest Pecker in This Room

I'm a simple man with a simple plan

Got a big old truck and a farmer's tan

I drink my beer pick a fight or two

And I got the smallest pecker in this room

My wiener looks like a country twig

But I'm still a man cause my truck's real big

I shoot my guns and I drink that beer

A teeny tiny pecker don't make me a queer

My wiener's getting smaller it's nowhere in sight

But my truck's jacked up and my beer's on ice

I'll shoot my guns and I'll raise that hell

My wiener disappeared and I need some help

I'm wrangling gators and fighting at bars

Got mud on my boots and on my guitar

I wrestle wild hogs I can outdrink the town

Who cares if my pecker's the smallest around

My wiener looks like a fishing line

But I'm still a man yeah I'm doing fine

I work real hard I don't ever slack

What I lack up front I make up in the back

My wiener's getting smaller it's nowhere in sight

But my truck's jacked up and my beer's on ice

I'll shoot my guns and I'll raise that hell

My wiener disappeared and I need some help

These cowboy boots stomp through the bar

Don't matter if my zipper don't go that far

I chug my beer and I spit my chew

Got a tiny dick but I'll outdrink you

I'm gonna drink this beer and take my stand

I'm a real big man with some tiny hands

I make that noise yeah I make it loud

Can't measure the game by the size of the crowd

My wiener's getting smaller it's nowhere in sight

But my truck's jacked up and my beer's on ice

I'll shoot my guns and I'll raise that hell

My wiener disappeared and I need some help