All right, all right, 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 should have 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 premeds and some rubber gloves 5,000 people with designer drugs 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 heated up Raise hell and turn it upside If you go on you might pass out in a dream pot 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 All right, all right, 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 neighbor's 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 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 heated up Raise hell and turn it upside If you go on you might pass out in a dream pot 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 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 heated up Raise hell and turn it upside If you go on you might pass out in a dream pot Oh yeah Don't threaten me with a good time