Happy Hour
by The Housemartins.

It's happy, hour again
I think I might be happy if I wasn't out with them
And they're happy, it's a lovely place to be
Happy that the fire’s real the barman is a she

Where the haircuts smile, and the meaning of style, is a night out with the boss
Where you win or you lose, and it's them who choose, and if you don't win then you've lost

What a good place to be, don't believe her
Cause they speak a different language and it's never really happened to me Don't believe her, oh no, cause it's never really happened to me
Oh woah, woah

It's another, night out with the boss
Following in footsteps overgrown with moss
And he tells me, that women grow on trees
And if you catch them right they will land upon their knees

Where they open all their wallets, and they close all their minds, and they love to buy you all a drink
And as we ask all the questions, and you take all your clothes off, go back to the kitchen sink

What a good place to be, don't believe her
Cause they speak a different language and it's never really happened to me
Don't believe her, oh no, cause it's never really happened to me
Woah woah woah woah ho

What a good place to be, don't believe her
Cause they speak a different language and it's never really happened to me
Don't believe her, oh no, cause it's never really happened to me
Don't believe her, don't believe her, don't believe her

It's happy hour again, and again, and again
It's happy hour again, and again, and again
It's happy hour again, and again, and again
It's happy hour again