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 as well The well that inibriates 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 now I'm dehydrating My tongue is swelling up, as say 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4
Troubled times, you know I can not 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 can not lie I'm off the wagon and I'm hitchin' a ride
I'm hitchin' a ride I'm hitchin' a ride I'm hitchin' a ride I'm hitchin' a ride I'm hitchin' a ride I'm hitchin' a ride I'm hitchin' a ride I'm hitchin' a ride