~Lyrics 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 und3rw32r No liquor left on the shelf I should prob'ly 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, coke(aine), 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 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 Bed sheets 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 it now (Don't think I'll ever get it now) Champagne, coke(aine), 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 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'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 helluva feeling though It's a helluva feeling though Alright, alright, it's a helluva feeling though It's a helluva feeling though Champagne, coke(aine), 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 on you might pass out in a drain pipe." Oh yeah, don't threaten me with a good time
Panic! At the Disco Death of a Bachelor Don't Threaten Me With a Good Time
