Greenday - Hitchin' A Ride

Hey Mister where ya 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
One, two, one, two, three, four
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 tounge is swelling up
I say one, two, one, two, three, four
Trouble times
You know I cannot 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 tounge is swelling up
I say
Shy
Touble times
You know I cannot lie
I'm off the wagon and I'm hitchin a ride
Don't know where I'm goin
Hitchin a ride