Green Day

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 I'm dehydrating
My tongue is swelling up
I say 1,2
1,2,3,4

Troubled 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 tongue is swelling up
I say...
Shit!

Troubled times
You know I cannot lie
I'm off the wagon and I'm hitchin' a ride

Hitchin? a ride [Repeat: x 8]

Written by ARMSTRONG, BILLIE JOE / WRIGHT, FRANK E., III / PRITCHARD, MICHAEL
Published by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group

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