Don't Threaten Me with a Good Time

Alright, alright

Alright, alright

Alright, alright, it's a hell of a feeling though

It's a hell of a feeling though

Alright, alright, it's a hell of a feeling though

It's a hell of a feeling though

Who are these people?

I just woke up in my underwear

No liquor left on the shelf

I should probably introduce myself

You shoulda seen what I wore

I had a cane and a party hat

I was the king of this hologram

Where there's no such thing as getting out of hand

Memories tend to just pop up

Drunk pre-meds and some rubber gloves

Five thousand people with designer drugs

Don't think I'll ever get enough (don't think I'll ever get enough)

Champagne, cocaine, gasoline

And most things in between

I roam the city in a shopping cart

A pack of camels and a smoke alarm

This night is heating up

Raise hell and turn it up

Saying "If you go on, you might pass out in a drain pipe"

Oh, yeah, don't threaten me with a good time

It's a hell of a feeling though

It's a hell of a feeling though

Alright, alright

It's a hell of a feeling though

It's a hell of a feeling though

What are these footprints?

They don't look very human-like

Now I wish that I could find my clothes

Bedsheets and a morning rose

I wanna wake up

Can't even tell if this is a dream

How did we end up in my neighbors pool

Upside-down with a perfect view?

Bar to bar at the speed of sound

Fancy feet dancing through this town

Lost my mind in a wedding gown

Don't think I'll ever get it now (don't think I'll ever get it now)

Champagne, cocaine, gasoline

And most things in between

I roam the city in a shopping cart

A pack of camels and a smoke alarm

This night is heating up

Raise hell and turn it up

Saying "If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe"

Oh, yeah, don't threaten me with a good time

I'm a scholar and a gentleman

And I usually don't fall when I try to stand

I lost a bet to a guy in a Chiffon skirt

But I make these high heels work

I told you time and time again

I'm not as think as you drunk I am

And we all fell down

When the sun came up

I think we've had enough

Alright, alright, it's hell of a feeling though

It's a hell of a feeling though

Alright, alright it's a hell of a feeling though

It's a hell of a feeling though

Champagne, cocaine, gasoline

And most things in between

I roam the city in a shopping cart

A pack of camels and a smoke alarm

This night is heating up

Raise hell and turn it up

Saying "If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe"

Oh, yeah, don't threaten me with a good time