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