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 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 dehydrated
My tongue is swelling up
I say 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4
Trouble 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 dehydrated
My tongue is swelling up
I say
Shy!
Trouble times
You know i cannot lie
I'm off the wagon
And i'm hitchin' a ride
(don't know where i'm goin')
Hitchin' a ride