Hear that jukebox
playing soft and low
See all these people with no place to go
And a neon sign telling them
That it's time
for happy hour
Same old people stop by each day
Just ask them all and I'm sure they'll say
That they're happy I guess
Well they must be,
cause it's happy hour
Cigarette burns
on the barroom floor
And that old hole in a man's room door
I put there myself one day When I was happy,
at happy hour
And that same old girl behind the bar
Letting us know that the drinks now are
Two for the price of one
Cause it's time
for happy hour
So if you're down and feeling blue
Just stop on by and I'm sure that you
Can find happiness with the rest of us right here
At happy hour
You can find happiness right here
At happy hour