| Lyrics: | it gets so sticky down here
better butter your cue-finger up
it's the start of another new
year
better call the newspaper up
2.50 for a hi-ball
and a buck and a half for a
beer
happy hour, happy hour happy hour is here
the long days of shockley are
gone
so is football kennedy style
famous last words taken all wrong
wind up on the very
same pile
2.50 for a decade
and a buck and half for a year
happy hour, happy hour
happy hour is here
i can cry, beg and whine
t'every rebel i find
just to give me a
line
i could use to describe
they'd say, "baby, eat this chicken slow
it's full of
all them little bones"
"baby, eat this chicken slow
it's full of all them little
bones"
so regal and decadent here
coffin-cheaters dance on their graves
music, all
it's delicate fear
is the only thing that don't change
2.50 for an eyeball
and a
buck and a half for an ear
happy hour, happy hour happy hour is here
nothing's dead
down here,
just a little tired
"baby, eat this chicken slow
it's full of all them
little bones" |
