Song By
Green DayArtist Bio Album - Nimrod In Category : Misc Lyrics Submitted By :
Jan Michaels
Submitted
2008-08-07 15:36:44
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. Boom boom boom boom boom boom 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. Boom boom boom boom 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! Boom boom boom boom boom boom Troubled times, you know I can not lie. I'm off the wagon and I'm hitchin' a ride. Hitchin a ride Hitchin a ride Hitchin a ride Hitchin a ride Hitchin a ride Hitchin a ride Hitchin a ride Hitchin a ride 2,3,4 doo doo doo doo