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
Oh 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 dehydrated
My tongue is swelling up
I said, 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4

Troubled times
You know I cannot lie
I`m off the wagon
And I`m hitchin` a ride

There`s a drought at the fountain of youth
Now, I`m dehydrated
My tongue is swelling up
I say, s**t

Troubled times
You know I cannot 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)
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