Happy Hour

I had just gotten free from my J-O-B, so I took myself down to the bar Well from six to seven, it's a working folk's heaven Half price shots and beer in a jar "Well, you better get to tasting, son, time is a-wasting," That's what that barkeep said It seems I've barely gotten started 'fore that hour departed These thoughts a-came to my head Why do mamas always worry? Why don't payday come on time? How come agave tequila tastes so much better with salt and lime? My sunset's so romantic, where have all the heroes gone? How come the world just makes more sense when I hear a country song? And why can't stopping time be my superpower? And who says happy only gets to last an hour? It takes more than a sign on the window To define how long we all get to thrive And I'll never surrender, time pushing bartender I aim for having morning, noon, and night Yeah, you better be believing we can keep this feeling Lulling on past last call And it may be semantic but I'm a ballroom romantic With some questions for you all Like, why can't dogs have conversations? Why don't money grow on trees? How come it always feels so good to sit down on my favorite beach? Does thunder mean God's angry? Does the first kiss mean it's true? Now why don't we all just ask ourselves, "What would Willie do?" And why can't stopping time be my superpower And who says happy only gets to last an hour? Well, let's get higher than Spider-Man swinging on the Eiffel Tower And who says happy only gets to last an hour? Who says happy only gets to last an hour?