Looking back I see a million little things that wrecked us She never liked my pickup truck parked up beside her Lexus And I never wore them khaki's like she asked me Just trashy old blue jeans Old skoal ring She packed up her Chanel Said 'go to hell', taught me a lesson And now as far as she's concerned I'm in a deep and dark depression
But it's happy-hour drinking double shooters Buying whiskey sours for a pack of cougars I know I should be sadder but it all seems silly 'Cause my good buddy went and hooked me up with some Willie Girl, I know a breakup ain't supposed to be fun But I'm here at happy hour, happy-hours is done, yeah
And I know she'll hear about my 'paint the town red' gallivanting And she'll think I thought of her curves when I found that gal to dance with And she'll tell her friends I'm faking, my heart's breaking Time will take away my grin But I'm winning every bar I stumble in
But it's happy-hour drinking double shooters Buying whiskey sours for a pack of cougars I know I should be sadder but it all seems silly 'Cause my good buddy went and hooked me up with some Willy Girl, I know a breakup ain't supposed to be fun But I'm here at happy hour, happy-hours is done, yeah
Well, it'll make her feel much better if she thinks my life is hell Tell her ever since she left me it's like time is standing still And it's happy-hour drinking double shooters Buying whiskey sours for a pack of cougars
I know I should be sadder but it all seems silly 'Cause my good buddy went and hooked me up with some Willy Girl, I know a breakup ain't supposed to be fun But I'm here at happy hour, happy-hours is done Yeah, I'm here at happy hour, happy-hours is done, yeah
