(Verse 1)
Yo, it’s a sunny day in Laurelhurst Park, Portland, Oregon,
Pickleball gangs, over 60, ain’t no time for snorin’.
Two rival teams, both with a beef,
Battling for court time, no time for grief.

We got the Pickle Pops, and the Dill Thrillers,
Both teams full of seasoned killers.
Been playing this game since ’65,
Pickleball keeps us feeling alive.

(Chorus)
This is my court, this is my game,
Pickleball life, ain’t no shame.
Over 60, still got the flame,
In Laurelhurst Park, we stake our claim.

(Verse 2)
Pickle Pops serve, Dill Thrillers return,
On these courts, respect is earned.
Back and forth, the ball is flying,
No time for tears, no time for crying.

We got the moves, we got the skill,
Pickleball court, it’s a thrill.
Rival gangs, but we’re all friends,
When the game ends, the love never ends.

(Chorus)
This is my court, this is my game,
Pickleball life, ain’t no shame.
Over 60, still got the flame,
In Laurelhurst Park, we stake our claim.

(Bridge)
Pickleball life, it’s a ride,
On these courts, we got pride.
Over 60, still got the fire,
Pickleball passion, never tire.

(Chorus)
This is my court, this is my game,
Pickleball life, ain’t no shame.
Over 60, still got the flame,
In Laurelhurst Park, we stake our claim.

(Outro)
So here’s to the Pickle Pops, and the Dill Thrillers,
In Laurelhurst Park, we’re the real dealers.
Over 60, still playing the game,
Pickleball life, we stake our claim.