Happy Hour

I’m like Stevie Ray Vaughan

On the stage, high on music

Teeth grinding, sweating under the lights

But then my boss calls

And she’s crushing me with a 20-ton weight

Just like in Monty Python

Somebody left on the sink

It’s still running

My eyes are gonna overflow

I need happy hour

On sad days

I need happy hour

I can’t wait

I’m like Ponce de Leon

Sailing on a ship for the new world

Checking out the birds and flowers

Let’s chill out on this island

I’ve been sucking on a lime and coconut

I think I could stay here

For the rest of my life

Please don’t ever make me go home

I need happy hour on sad days

It’s my happy hour I can’t wait

Maybe I'll meet a scientist

In sweatpants and a hair tie

We’ll conversate about ghetto birds

And midi keyboards

Then we’ll slow dance

Head on my shoulder

Swaying back and forth

And my friends look on and smile

Everything gonna be alright

It’s my happy hour

On sad days

I need happy hour

I can’t wait

I need happy hour

To save me

I need happy hour

I can’t wait