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 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 SHIIIIIIT!
Troubled times, you know I can not lie I'm off the wagon and I'm hitchin' a ride (don't know where I'm going) Hitchin' a ride (don't know where I'm going) Hitchin' a ride (don't know where I'm going) Hitchin' a ride (don't know where I'm going) Hitchin' a ride (don't know where I'm going) Hitchin' a ride (don't know where I'm going) Hitchin' a ride (don't know where I'm going) Hitchin' a ride
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