Greenday

Hitchin' A Ride

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!