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Hora feliz

The Housemartins

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)

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)

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 otra vez
Creo que podría ser feliz si
No salí con ellos
Y están felices de que sea un lugar encantador para estar
Me alegro de que el fuego sea real
El barman es una mujer
Donde los cortes de pelo sonríen
Y el significado del estilo
Es una noche de fiesta con el jefe
Donde se gana o se pierde
Y son ellos quienes eligen
Y si no ganas, has perdido

¡Qué buen lugar para estar!
No le creas
'Porque hablan un idioma diferente
Y nunca me ha pasado realmente
(Es la hora feliz otra vez)
No le creas, oh no
Porque nunca me ha pasado realmente
(Es la hora feliz otra vez)

Es otra noche con el jefe
Siguiendo los 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 a una bebida
Y luego hacemos todas las preguntas
Y te quitas toda la ropa
Y volvemos 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 la hora feliz otra vez)
No le creas, oh no
Porque nunca me ha pasado realmente
(Es la hora feliz otra vez)

¡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 la hora feliz otra vez)
No le creas
No le creas, no le creas

Es la hora feliz una y otra vez, y otra vez
Es la hora feliz una y otra vez, y otra vez
Es la hora feliz una y otra vez, y otra vez
Es la hora feliz otra vez

Escrita por: Paul Heaton / Stan Cullimore