Hey mister, where you headed?
Are you in a hurry?
I need a lift to happy hour say oh no
Do you brake for distilled spirits?
I need a break aswell
The well that inebriates the guilt
1,2,1,2,3,4
Cold turkey’s getting stale
Tonight I’m eating crow
Fermented salmonella poison oak no
There’s a drought at the fountain of youth
And I’m dehydrating
My tongue is swelling up
I say 1,2,1,2,3,4
Troubled times
You know I cannot lie
I’m off the wagon and I’m hitchin’ a ride
There’s a drought at the fountain of youth
And now I’m dehydrating
My tongue is swelling up
I say
Shit!
Troubled times
You know I cannot lie
I’m off the wagon and I’m hitchin’ a ride
Hitchin’ a ride [*8]
