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Text: Green Day. International Superhits. Hitchin' A Ride.

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
Oh 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
Now, I'm dehydrated
My tongue is swelling up
I said, 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4

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
Now, 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 I'm going)
Hitchin' a ride
(Don't know where I'm going)
Hitchin' a ride

(Don't know where I'm going)
Hitchin' a ride
(Don't know where I'm going)
Hitchin' a ride

(Don't know where I'm going)
Hitchin' a ride
(Don't know where I'm going)
Hitchin' a ride

(Don't know where I'm going)
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