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 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!