Happy Hour

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 (it's happy hour again) Don't believe her, oh no 'Cause it's never really happened to me (it's happy hour again) Oh, whoa, whoa 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 (it's happy hour again) Don't believe her, oh no 'Cause it's never really happened to me (it's happy hour again) Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa-oh 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 (it's happy hour again) Don't believe her, don't believe her (it's happy hour again), 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