Hey mister, where you headed?
Are you in a hurry?
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 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 shit!

Troubled times, you know I can not lie
I’m off the wagon and I’m hitchin’ a ride

I’m hitchin’ a ride
I’m hitchin’ a ride
I’m hitchin’ a ride
I’m hitchin’ a ride
I’m hitchin’ a ride
I’m hitchin’ a ride
I’m hitchin’ a ride