Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time Lyrics - Death Of A Bachelor - Panic! At The Disco

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 

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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 on, 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 

Photos 

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 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 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