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
And I'm dehydrated
My tongue is swelling up
I say 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4

Trouble 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
And now I'm dehydrated
My tongue is swelling up
I say
Shy!

Trouble times
You know I cannot lie
I'm off the wagon
And I'm hitchin' a ride

(don't know where I'm goin')
Hitchin' a ride [8x]