[Verse 1]
It gets so sticky down here
Better butter your cue finger up
It's the start of another new year
Better call the newspaper up
Two fifty for a highball
And a buck and a half for a beer
Happy hour, happy hour
Happy hour is here

[Verse 2]
The long days of Shockley are gone
So is football Kennedy style
Famous last words taken all wrong
Wind up on the very same pile
Two fifty for a decade
And a buck and a half for a year
Happy hour, happy hour
Happy hour is here

[Pre-Chorus]
I can cry, beg and whine
To every rebel I find
Just to give me a line
I could use to describe
[Chorus]
They'd say, "Baby, eat this chicken slow
It's full of all them little bones"
"Baby, eat this chicken slow
It's full of all them little bones"

[Verse 3]
So regal and decadent here
Coffin cheaters dance on their graves
Music all its delicate fear
Is the only thing that don't change
Two fifty for an eyeball
And a buck and a half for an ear
Happy hour, happy hour
Happy hour is here

[Bridge]
Well, nothing's dead down here, it's just a little tired
Nothing is dead down here, it's just a little tired
Nothing's dead down here, it's just a little tired
Nothing is dead down here, it's just a little tired

[Chorus]
"Baby, eat this chicken slow
It's full of all them little bones"
"Baby, eat this chicken slow
It's full of all them little bones"
[Outro]
Little bones
Full of all them little bones
Little bones