Don't Get Pickled

★ Choir joins on every chorus — call & response on "Don't get pickled!" ★

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Verse 1

I stepped on the court with swagger in my shoes,
Third-shot droppin', nothin' left to lose.
The kitchen's waiting, a danger zone,
One careless dink and the rally's gone.

Pre-Chorus

Eyes on the ball, knees bent low,
Soft hands where the dinks should go.
No wild swing, no hero flick—
Play it smart— Don't get pickled.

Don't get pickled,

no 11-0 tonight,
Feet planted firm, paddle light.
Reset the pace when the heat's too hot,
Win one point, then another shot.

Don't get pickled, hear the crowd roar—
Respect the kitchen, own the floor.
Laugh it off, then play your best,
No goose egg on your chest.

Verse 2

Partner said, "Patience, let the ball come down,"
I quit speed-ups from a bad-ball town.
Crosscourt dinks till the window's wide,
Then attack the hip, keep 'em jammed inside.

Pre-Chorus

Split-step ready when the drive comes fast,
Deep return, make the pressure last.
Serve with purpose, not just a trick—
Win it clean— Avoid the pickle's snare.

Don't get pickled,

Bridge

Down 9‑0? Breathe, Stay cool,
One steady rally is all you need.
Play percentages, trust the plan,
Small smart moves beat a reckless slam.

Final Chorus — Full Gospel Energy

Don't get pickled—

turn the tide right now,
Calm mind, quick feet, show 'em how.
From zero fear to a gritty fight,
Point by point, you'll make it right.

Don't get pickled, make the comeback stick,
Dink, reset, then counter quick.
Win with joy, with heart, with grit—

No one's pickling us tonight.