Hitchin’ A Ride - GREEN DAY (Bye Bye)

Hey mister, where you headed? Are you in a hurry?

Need a lift to happy hours, hey, oh no

Tea break for distilled spirits, need a break as well

Oh, I'll let a neighbor hitch the gill, one, two, one, two, three, four

Corn turkeys gettin' stale, tonight I'm eatin' crow

Fermented salmonella poison, oh no

It's a drought at the bottom of youth, now tea I traded

My tongue is swellin' up, I said one, two, one, two, three, four

Subtle tides, you know I cannot lie

I'm off the wagon and I'm headin' sand to ride

There's a trout at the fountain of youth

And I'm dehydrated

My tongue is swollen up with sweat

Yeah

Sometimes you know, I can I'm on the wagon