Happy Hour - The Housemartins

Written by：Paul Heaton/Ian Peter Cullimore

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 is 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 then we ask all the questions

And you take all your clothes off and 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