Happy Hour

Looking back I see a million little things that wrecked us

She never liked my pickup truck parked up beside her Lexus

And I never wore them khaki's like she asked me

Just trashy old blue jeans

Old skoal ring

She packed up her Chanel

Said 'go to hell', taught me a lesson

And now as far as she's concerned

I'm in a deep and dark depression

But it's happy-hour drinking double shooters

Buying whiskey sours for a pack of cougars

I know I should be sadder but it all seems silly

'Cause my good buddy went and hooked me up with some Willie

Girl, I know a breakup ain't supposed to be fun

But I'm here at happy hour, happy-hours is done, yeah

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And I know she'll hear about my 'paint the town red' gallivanting

And she'll think I thought of her curves when I found that gal to dance with

And she'll tell her friends I'm faking, my heart's breaking

Time will take away my grin

But I'm winning every bar I stumble in

But it's happy-hour drinking double shooters

Buying whiskey sours for a pack of cougars

I know I should be sadder but it all seems silly

'Cause my good buddy went and hooked me up with some Willy

Girl, I know a breakup ain't supposed to be fun

But I'm here at happy hour, happy-hours is done, yeah

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Well, it'll make her feel much better if she thinks my life is hell

Tell her ever since she left me it's like time is standing still

And it's happy-hour drinking double shooters

Buying whiskey sours for a pack of cougars

I know I should be sadder but it all seems silly

'Cause my good buddy went and hooked me up with some Willy

Girl, I know a breakup ain't supposed to be fun

But I'm here at happy hour, happy-hours is done

Yeah, I'm here at happy hour, happy-hours is done, yeah