Well I did myself some thinkin’
and I gave up all the drinkin’,
And threw my cigarettes in the trash,

Thought I’d live a little longer prob’ly get a little stronger,
Even save myself a little cash,
Now my friends they started snorin’,

I guess I'm getting’ borin’,
My girl-friends keep walkin’ out on me,
There’ s this voice keeps on naggin’ -get off the wagon,

Get back how you used to be!

[chorus] Get off the wagon!

You’re young boy, you ain’t getting’ old,
Get off the wagon and stop doin’ what you’re told.


If the truth be told, I was a lively little soul,
Even socialisin’ without the aid of booze,
But when it carne to meetin' women,

my head would start a-spinnin’,
And l’ d wind up starin’ at my shoes,
So let the angels kiss my $$#,

l' m gonna lift up my glass,
And welcome my good ol' self back,
If you give me enough rope,

Im gonna wind up smokin’ dope,
Droppin’ acid, snortin' !@%!e and smokin' crack!


[chorus]

As I lift up my flask I can hear y’ all ash,

Ain't ya worried 'bout the damage boozin’ does?
When my liver starts complainin’
and my heart it starts a-strainin’,

I’ll find myself some gas that I can buzz!
Guess I’ll turn over a page when I reach my old age,
Provided I actually get there,

I'll get on the wagon when my chest starts a-saggin’,
And I lose all my teeth and my hair!


[chorus x2]