happy hour (is the saddest time of the day)

we used to get hammered ev'ry afternoon at five

and for two hours we'd keep pourin' 'em down

doubles for two dollars till we could barely survive

then we'd walk out the door and weave all over town

we were ripped

we were staggered

we were hopelessly blind

we were drunk on love and anything else we could find

but then you sobered up and you drifted away

now happy hour is the saddest time of the day

oh

can't you remember the good times we had

with you singin' up at the bar

we would have been terrors out on the road

but we never could locate the car

we were ripped

we were staggered

we were hopelessly blind

we were drunk on love and anything else we could find

but then you sobered up and you drifted away

now happy hour is the saddest time of the day

oh darlin'

how could you leave me after all the good times we had?

remember the time you set my car on fire?

after you caught me in the back seat with a cocktail waitress

heh-heh

you talk about a hot date

whooo!

we nearly melted in each other's arms

and the way you used to light the filter tip end on your cigarette

and then smoke it right down

heh-heh

said it reminded you of cleveland

or the way i used to stagger into the wrong restroom all the time

that's how we met

up close

personal

or the quiet times when we'd stop to get pizza

and go home and have nightmares together

remember the new year's eve when you passed out in your ice cream?

nearly froze to death!

boy

we're talkin' fun! how could you leave all that?

i mean it's not as though we were alcoholics

ten or fifteen cocktails before dinner

a couple o' bottles o' wine

some brandy nightcaps

we knew our limits

now

now we don't even speak the same language

i speak tequila and you speak perrier

might as well be greek to me

now i sit drinkin' your doubles and mine

with a million memories

take your pick

and the tears start fallin' like thunderbird wine

just can't go on

i think i'm gonna get sick

we were ripped

we were staggered

we were hopelessly blind

we were drunk on love and anything else we could find

but then you sobered up and you drifted away

now happy hour is the saddest time

yes

happy hour is the saddest time

whoa-oh

happy hour is the saddest time

of the day