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Enter your search terms Submit search form   Web www.mattsmusicpage.com The Lyrics Are Below   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 breake for distilled spirits? I need a break as well. The 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, and now I'm dehydrating. My tongue is swelling up, as say. 1,2. 1,2,3,4 Troubled times, you know I can not lie. I'm off the weagon 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 S****!!!   Hitchin' a ride....       Click here to return to my Green Day lyrics page The lyrics are Copyright their respective owners. Sign Up For My Newsletter Subscribe | Unsubscribe Site Map | Disclaimer | Privacy Policy | Media Kit | Submissions/Corrections Website © 2000-2008 mattsmusicpage.com. All rights reserved. Operated by MM Page, LLC Enter your search terms Submit search form   Web www.mattsmusicpage.com