Lyrics:

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
Oh well that inibriates 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
Now I'm dehydrated
My tongue is swelling up
I said 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
Now I'm dehydrated
My tongue is swelling up
I say SHIIIIIIT!

Troubled times, you know I can not lie
I'm off the wagon and I'm hitchin' a ride (don't know where I'm going)
Hitchin' a ride (don't know where I'm going)
Hitchin' a ride (don't know where I'm going)
Hitchin' a ride (don't know where I'm going)
Hitchin' a ride (don't know where I'm going)
Hitchin' a ride (don't know where I'm going)
Hitchin' a ride (don't know where I'm going)
Hitchin' a ride