Hey mister, where you headed?
Are you in a hurry?
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 I'm dehydrated
My tongue is swelling up
I say, "One, two, one, two, three, four"

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 I'm dehydrated
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 (don't know where to go)

Hitchin' a ride (don't know where to go)
Hitchin' a ride (don't know where to go)
Hitchin' a ride (don't know where to go)
Hitchin' a ride (don't know where to go)
Hitchin' a ride (don't know where to go)
Hitchin' a ride (don't know where to go)
Hitchin' a ride (say birthday boys, hey)

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Writer(s): Billie Joe Armstrong, Frank Edwin Wright III, Mike Ryan Pritchard