Lookin' 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 khakis like she asked me Just trashy old blue jeans, all school rain She packed up personnel, 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, drinkin' 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 Waylon 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 I know she'll hear about my paint the town, Rick Gallivant And she'll think I thought of her curves when I found that guy to dance with And she'll tell her friends I'm fakin' my heart's breakin' time I'll take away my grin, but not win every bar I stumble in It's happy hour, drinkin' 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 Waylon 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 Well, it'll make her feel much better if she thinks my life is hell So tell her if I said she'd left me, it's like time is standing still And it's happy hour, drinkin' 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 Waylon 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 I'm here at happy hour, happy hours is done, yeah I'm here at happy hour, happy hours is done, yeah