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
inebri
ates the guilt
1,
2,
1, 2,
3, 4
Cold
turkey's
getting
stale
Tonight, I'm
eating
crow
Fer
mented
salmo
nella
Poison oak,
no
There's a
drought at the
fountain of
youth
And now I'm
dehy
drated
My
tongue is
swelling up
I 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
dehy
drated
My
tongue is
swelling up, I
say
”Shit!”
Troubled
times
You know I can
not
lie
I'm off the wagon, and I'm
hitchin' a ride
(Don’t
know
where to go) Hit
chin' a ride
(Don’t
know
where to go) Hit
chin' a ride
(Don’t
know
where to go) Hit
chin' a ride
(Don’t
know
where to go) Hit
chin' a ride
(Don’t
know
where to go) Hit
chin' a ride
(Don’t
know
where to go) Hit
chin' a ride
(Don’t
know
where to go) Hit
chin' a ride
Say
birthday
boys, hey!
