Happy Hour

originally by: bklock@pipeline.com (Brian Klock)

titied by : Christian Korbanka, Cologne, Germany

e-mail: Christian_Korbanka@msn.com

lyrics and chords of: Happy Hour by The Housemartins

Suggestions and corrections are always welcome!

date: 95/10/15

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 bar is where 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 it

'Cause they speak a different language

And it's never really happened to me

Don't believe it

`Cause they speak a different language

And it's never been happy to me.

It's another night out with the boss

Following in footsteps overgrown in moss

And they tell 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 it

'Cause they speak a different language

And it's never really happened to me

Don't believe it

`Cause they speak a different language

And it's never been happy to me.

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