Happy hour

Happy hourhousemartinsit's happy hour againi think i might be happy if i wasn't out with themand they're happy it's a lovely place to behappy that the fire is real the barman is a shewhere the haircuts smileand the meaning of styleis a night out with the basswhere you win or you loseand its them who chooseand if you don't win then you've lostwhat a good place to bedon't believe it'cause they speak a different languageand it's never really happened to me{it's happy hour again}don't believe it'cause they speak a different languageand it's never really happened to me{it's happy hour again}it's another night out with the bossfollowing in footsteps overgrown with mossand they tell me that women grow on treesand if you catch them right they will land upon their kneeswhere they open all their walletsand they close all their mindsand they love to buy you all a drinkand then we ask all the questionsand you take all your clothes offand go back to the kitchen