Hitchin' A Ride Songtext
von Green Day

Hey mister, where are 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 now I'm dehydrating
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 now I′m dehydrating
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!