Happy Hour (Is The Saddest Time Of The Day)

(album: He Thinks He's Ray Stevens - 1984)

We used to get hammered ev'ry afternoon at five
And for two hours we'd keep pouring 'em down
Doubles for two dollars till we could barely survive
Then we'd walk out the door and weave all over town

We were ripped, we were staggered, we were hopelessly blind
We were drunk on love and anything else we could find
But then you sobered up and you drifted away
Now happy hour (happy hour) is the saddest time of the day

Oh, can't you remember the good times we had
With you singing up at the bar
We would have been terrors out on the road
But we never could locate the car

We were ripped, we were staggered, we were hopelessly blind
We were drunk on love and anything else we could find
But then you sobered up and you drifted away
Now happy hour (happy hour) is the saddest time of the day

Oh darling, how could you leave me after all the good times we had?
Remember the time you set my car on fire?
After you caught me in the back seat with a cocktail waitress
Heh-heh, you talk about a hot date, whooo!
We nearly melted in each other's arms
And the way you used to light the filter tip end on your cigarette
And then smoke it right down, heh-heh
Said it reminded you of Cleveland
Or the way I used to stagger into the wrong restroom all the time
That's how we met, up close, personal
Or the quiet times when we'd stop to get pizza
And go home and have nightmares together
Remember the New Year's Eve when you passed out in your ice cream?
Nearly froze to death!
Boy, we're talking fun! How could you leave all that?
I mean it's not as though we were alcoholics
Ten or fifteen cocktails before dinner
A couple o' bottles o' wine, some brandy nightcaps
We knew our limits
Now, now we don't even speak the same language
I speak tequila and you speak Perrier
Might as well be Greek to me

Now I sit drinking your doubles and mine
With a million memories, take your pick
And the tears start falling like Thunderbird wine
Just can't go on, I think I'm gonna get sick

We were ripped, we were staggered, we were hopelessly blind
We were drunk on love and anything else we could find
But then you sobered up and you drifted away
Now happy hour (happy hour) is the saddest time
Yes, happy hour (happy hour) is the saddest time
Whoa-oh, happy hour (happy hour) is the saddest time
Of the day