Hey, sir, where are you goin ?
Are you hurry?
I need a ride to my happy hour
Say no
Do you stop for destiled spirits?
I need a stop too
The hole that keeps on the guilt
One, Two
One, Two, Three, Four
The cold turkey is goin down
But not the poisoned oat with salmonela
There s no water in the source of youth, and now I am dehydrating
My mouth is swelling while I say
One, Two
One, Two, Three, Four
Problem times, you know I cannot lie
I left the wagon and know I am hitchin a ride
There s no water in the source of youth, and now I am dehydrating
My mouth is swelling while i say
Oh, crap!
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