text: 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
  One, two, one, two, three, four!
  Cold turkeys getting stale
  Tonight, Im eating crow
  Fermented salmonella, poison oak, no
  Theres a drought at the fountain of youth
  And Im dehydrated
  My tongue is swelling up, I say
  One, two, one, two, three, four!
  Troubled times
  You know I cannot lie
  Im off the wagon, and Im hitchin a ride
  Theres a drought at the fountain of youth
  And Im dehydrated
  My tongue is swelling up, I say... Shit!
  Troubled times
  You know I cannot lie
  Im off the wagon, and Im hitchin a ride
   Hitchin a ride
   Hitchin a ride
   Hitchin a ride
   Hitchin a ride
   Hitchin a ride
   Hitchin a ride
   Hitchin a ride