Happy Hour
It's happy hour again I think
I might be happy if I wasn't out with them
And they're happy it's a lovely place to be
Happy that the fire is real the barman is a she
Where the haircuts smile and the meaning of style
Is a night out with the boss where you win or you lose
And it's them who choose and if you don't win then you've lost
What a good place to be don't believe her
'Cause they speak a different language
And it's never really happened to me
(It's happy hour again)
Don't believe her oh no
'Cause it's never really happened to me
(It's happy hour again)
Oh woah woah
It's another night out with the boss
Following in footsteps overgrown with moss
And he tells me that women grow on trees
And if you catch them right they will land upon their knees
Where they open all their wallets and they close all their minds
And they love to buy you all a drink and then we ask all the questions
And you take all your clothes off and go back to the kitchen sink
What a good place to be don't believe her
'Cause they speak a different language
And it's never really happened to me
(It's happy hour again)
Don't believe her oh no
'Cause it's never really happened to me
(It's happy hour again)
Woah woah woah woah ho
What a good place to be don't believe her
'Cause they speak a different language
And it's never really happened to me
Don't believe her oh no
'Cause it's never really happened to me
(It's happy hour again)
Don't believe her, don't believe her, don't believe her
It's happy hour again, and again, and again
It's happy hour again, and again, and again
It's happy hour again, and again, and again
It's happy hour again
Hora feliz
Es la hora feliz de nuevo, creo
Podría ser feliz si no estuviera fuera con ellos
Y están felices de que sea un lugar encantador para estar
Feliz de que el fuego es real el barman es una ella
Donde los cortes de pelo sonríen y el significado del estilo
Es una noche fuera con el jefe donde ganas o pierdes
Y son ellos los que eligen y si no ganas, entonces has perdido
¡Qué buen lugar para estar no le creas!
Porque hablan un idioma diferente
Y nunca me ha pasado realmente
(Es hora feliz otra vez)
No le creas oh no
Porque nunca me ha pasado realmente
(Es hora feliz otra vez)
Oh, guau, guau
Es otra noche con el jefe
Siguiendo pasos cubiertos de musgo
Y me dice que las mujeres crecen en los árboles
Y si los atrapas bien, caerán de rodillas
Donde abren todas sus carteras y cierran todas sus mentes
Y les encanta invitaros a todos un trago y luego hacemos todas las preguntas
Y te quitas toda la ropa y vuelves al fregadero de la cocina
¡Qué buen lugar para estar no le creas!
Porque hablan un idioma diferente
Y nunca me ha pasado realmente
(Es hora feliz otra vez)
No le creas oh no
Porque nunca me ha pasado realmente
(Es hora feliz otra vez)
Woah woah woah woah ho
¡Qué buen lugar para estar no le creas!
Porque hablan un idioma diferente
Y nunca me ha pasado realmente
No le creas oh no
Porque nunca me ha pasado realmente
(Es hora feliz otra vez)
No le creas, no le creas, no le creas
Es la hora feliz otra vez, y otra vez, y otra vez
Es la hora feliz otra vez, y otra vez, y otra vez
Es la hora feliz otra vez, y otra vez, y otra vez
Es la hora feliz otra vez
Composição: Paul Heaton / Stan Cullimore