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 out 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've 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 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 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