Looking back I see a million little things that wrecked us
She never liked my pickup truck parked up beside her Lexus
And I never wore them khaki's like she asked me
Just trashy old blue jeans
Old skoal ring
She packed up her Chanel
Said 'go to hell', taught me a lesson
And now as far as she's concerned
I'm in a deep and dark depression
But it's happy-hour drinking double shooters
Buying whiskey sours for a pack of cougars
I know I should be sadder but it all seems silly
'Cause my good buddy went and hooked me up with some Willie
Girl, I know a breakup ain't supposed to be fun
But I'm here at happy hour, happy-hours is done, yeah
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And I know she'll hear about my 'paint the town red' gallivanting
And she'll think I thought of her curves when I found that gal to dance with
And she'll tell her friends I'm faking, my heart's breaking
Time will take away my grin
But I'm winning every bar I stumble in
But it's happy-hour drinking double shooters
Buying whiskey sours for a pack of cougars
I know I should be sadder but it all seems silly
'Cause my good buddy went and hooked me up with some Willy
Girl, I know a breakup ain't supposed to be fun
But I'm here at happy hour, happy-hours is done, yeah
♪
Well, it'll make her feel much better if she thinks my life is hell
Tell her ever since she left me it's like time is standing still
And it's happy-hour drinking double shooters
Buying whiskey sours for a pack of cougars

I know I should be sadder but it all seems silly
'Cause my good buddy went and hooked me up with some Willy
Girl, I know a breakup ain't supposed to be fun
But I'm here at happy hour, happy-hours is done
Yeah, I'm here at happy hour, happy-hours is done, yeah