Hey mister, where are you headed?
Are you in a hurry?
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
One, two, one, two, three, four
Cold turkeys getting stale
Tonight, Im eating crow
Fermented salmonella, poison oak, no
Theres a drought at the fountain of youth
And now Im dehydrating
My tongue is swelling up
I say, One, two, one, two, three, four
Troubled times
You know I cannot lie
Im off the wagon, and Im hitchin a ride
Theres a drought at the fountain of youth
And now Im dehydrating
My tongue is swelling up, I say…
Shit!
Troubled times
You know I cannot lie
Im off the wagon, and Im hitchin a ride
Dont know where to go hitchin a ride
Dont know where to go hitchin a ride
Dont know where to go hitchin a ride
Dont know where to go hitchin a ride
Dont know where to go hitchin a ride
Dont know where to go hitchin a ride
Dont know where to go hitchin a ride
Say birthday boys, hey!