Don’t Threaten Me With a Good Time Songtext
von 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 (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 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

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