Hey, mister, where you headed?Are you in a hurry?Need a lift to happy hour? Say, «Oh, no»Do you break for distilled spirits?I need a break as wellThe well that inebriates the guiltOne, two, one, two, three, four
Cold turkey’s getting staleTonight, I’m eating crowFermented salmonella, poison oak, noThere’s a drought at the fountain of youth, and I’m dehydratedMy tongue is swellin’ up, I say«One, two, one, two, three, four»
Troubled times, you know I cannot lieI’m off the wagon, and I’m hitchin’ a ride
There’s a drought at the fountain of youth, and I’m dehydratedMy tongue is swellin’ up, I said«Shit!»
Troubled times, you know I cannot lieI’m off the wagon, and I’m hitchin’ a ride
hitchin’ a ride(Don’t know where to go) hitchin’ a ride(Don’t know where to go) hitchin’ a ride(Don’t know where to go) hitchin’ a ride(Don’t know where to go) hitchin’ a ride(Don’t know where to go) hitchin’ a ride(Don’t know where to go) hitchin’ a rideSay birthday boys, hey








