(v1)
Wake up moaning, with a raging thirst
And a burning sensation that can only mean another tattoo
Grab a quick shower, get my shirt off the floor
Hot black coffee, and an ice cold mountain dew
Chorus
Highway, traffic stuck
Gotta Lotta stuff to do
Hands on the wheel,
Isn't moving, isn't moving, isn't moving .. (repeat)
Must have been fun, must have been all right
Must have torn it up Must do it all again, tonight.
(v2)
Roll on moaning, with an aching face
Rope burned wrists, and I lost my favorite shoes
Got a vague memory of last night's escapade
And that burning question: What the hell did we do??
(chorus)