Lyrics
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
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
Now I'm dehydrated
My tongue is swelling up
I say a one, two
(One, two, three, four)
Troubled times
You know I cannot lie
I'm off the wagon and I'm hitchin' a ride
Alright, England
Now you sound like you're fucking ready
This is what I need, this what it's gonna take
This is what it's going to take
I need every single person here in Milton Keynes to freak out
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
But first I need everyone in Milton Keynes to scream
"One, two, one, two, three, four," are you ready?
(One, two, one, two, three, four)
(One, two, one, two, three, four)
(One, two, one, two, three, four)
(One, two, one, two, three, four, one)
There's a drought at the fountain of youth
Now I'm dehydrated
My tongue is swelling up, I say
One, two (one, two, three, four)
"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 (come on, 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)
Billie Joe Armstrong, Frank Edwin Wright III, Mike Ryan Pritchard
Warner Chappell Music, Inc.