Panic! at the Disco Don't Threaten Me with a Good Time

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

Drunk pre-meds and some rubber gloves

Five-thousand 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 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 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

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

As 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, 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