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Hey mister, where you headed? Are you in a hurry? I need a lift to happy hour. Say oh no. Do you break 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! |