Alright, alright
Alright, alright
Alright, alright, it's a helluva feeling though
It's a helluva feeling though
Alright, alright, it's a helluva feeling though
It's a helluva 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 [bad word] pre-meds and [bad word] gloves
Five-thousand people with designer [bad word] 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
pack of camels and a smoke alarm
This night is heating up
Raise [bad word] 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 helluva feeling though
It's a helluva feeling though
Alright, alright
It's a helluva feeling though
It's a helluva 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
pack of camels and a smoke alarm
This night is heating up
Raise [bad word] 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

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 [bad word] I am
And we all fell down
When the sun came up
I think we've had enough

Alright, alright, it's helluva feeling though
It's a helluva feeling though
Alright, alright it's a helluva feeling though
It's a helluva feeling though
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
And most things in between
I roam the city in a shopping cart
pack of camels and a smoke alarm
This night is heating up
Raise [bad word] 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