I don´t know why they call it ´Happy Hour´ ´Cause I´m here feelin´ bad, drinkin´ whiskey but I´m sour ´Cause she ain´t comin´ back and I´m lookin´ ´round the bar
Half drunk and half mad ´cause they call it ´Happy Hour´ But everybody in here is sad So sad
It´s sunny and it´s 75 What the hell am I doin´ in here? Starin´ at a half lit neon sign and I don´t even like that beer
It´s like nobody wants to be in this place Oh, but nobody wants to go home Ain´t it funny how we´re all in here together But we´re all sittin´ all alone
So I don´t know why they call it ´Happy Hour´ ´Cause I´ve been feelin´ bad, drinkin´ whiskey but I´m sour ´Cause she ain´t comin´ back and I´m lookin´ ´round the bar Half drunk and half mad ´cause they call it ´Happy Hour´ But everybody in here is sad So sad
All the drunks drink for cheap, shit, that´s what they should call it All got somewhere to be, but we´re all alcoholics So we numb all the pain while the sun´s still in the sky But damn, what´s more depressin´ than a fucking hangover at night? (Yeah)
My stupid ex got me blocked, I got some bills that ain´t paid I got a truck in the shop (Oh), ain´t got no smile on my face Yeah, we might save a few bucks but that ain´t savin´ our soul So I don´t know, I don´t know, I don´t know (Oh)
I don´t know why they call it ´Happy Hour´ ´Cause I´m here feelin´ bad, drinkin´ whiskey but I´m sour ´Cause she ain´t comin´ back and I´m lookin´ ´round the bar Half drunk and half mad (Oh) ´cause they call it ´Happy Hour´