Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Happy Hour , by - Uncle Kracker. Song from the album Happy Hour, in the genre ПопRelease date: 14.09.2009
Record label: Atlantic, Top Dog
Song language: English
Happy Hour |
| It’s just a stones throw from as good as it gets |
| Not far from grace and not too far fetched |
| I might be wrong but I must confess |
| That I’m a regular guest at the local nest |
| And as a local mess I lit a hole in the wall |
| All the answers to life on the bathroom stall |
| A crawl, a hop, a skip, a jump |
| A leap, a stop, a skii, a bump |
| Don’t need no evening gowns, no ties, no fancy suits |
| No one’s here to tell you what you can and cannot do, ooh |
| Every hour is happy hour |
| No one seems to mind that the sun don’t shine |
| There’s no backstage pass, there’s no VIP |
| And everything’s as beautiful as beautiful can be |
| I love this soft urban way of life |
| With th friendly neighbors and the frindly wives |
| You don’t get caught, you don’t get burned |
| You don’t lose your spouse, but you lose your turn |
| And that high nose serving up cold mimosas |
| Just say 'bring the ladies just a little bit closer' |
| Amarosa fills the room, chick-a-boom, chick-a-boom |
| Come and find yourself on a really cool night |
| You can go and lose yourself and know that everything’s alright, ha |
| Every hour is happy hour |
| No one seems to mind that the sun don’t shine |
| There’s no backstage pass, there’s no VIP |
| And everything’s as beautiful as beautiful can be |
| Every hour is happy hour, every hour… |
| I see a real young girl with a real old man |
| And I bet they’re not related |
| Because she got a big chest and a real small dress |
| And the rest of the girls all hate it |
| I see faded dreams and some old routines |
| I see prom queens with some faded dreams |
| A faded scene? |
| Nope, not for me |
| 'Cause that’s my favorite place to be |
| Don’t need no evening gowns, no ties, no fancy suits |
| No one’s here to tell you what you can and cannot do, ooh |
| Every hour is happy hour |
| No one seems to mind that the sun don’t shine |
| There’s no backstage pass, there’s no VIP |
| And everything’s as beautiful as beautiful can be |
| Every hour is happy hour |
| No one seems to mind that the sun don’t shine |
| There’s no backstage pass, there’s no VIP |
| And everything’s as beautiful as beautiful can be |
| Every hour is happy hour |
| No one seems to mind that the sun don’t shine |
| There’s no backstage pass, there’s no VIP |
| And everything’s as beautiful as beautiful can be |