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 turkeys 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