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 well The well that inebriates the guilt One, two, one, two, three, fourCold 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 swellin’ up, I say «One, two, one, two, three, four»Troubled times, you know I cannot lie
I’m off the wagon, and I’m hitchin’ a rideThere’s a drought at the fountain of youth, and I’m dehydrated
My tongue is swellin’ up, I said «Shit!»Troubled times, you know I cannot lie
I’m off the wagon, and I’m hitchin’ a ridehitchin’ 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 ride Say birthday boys, hey