Looking back, I see a million little things to breakfast
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 skull ring
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, 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 Waylon hooked me up with some whiskey
Girl, I know a breakup ain't supposed to be fun
But I'm here at happy hour, happy hours is done
And I know she'll hear about my pint of 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
I'll take her home, I'll take her home, I'll take her home
I won't let my CB get away my grand
But now we in every bar I stumble
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 Waylon 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
Well, it'll make her feel much better
If she thinks my life is hell
So tell her every cent 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 way to hook me up with some willy
Girl, I know a breakup ain't so easy
It's 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