Happy Hour is one of those terribly catchy bright sounding songs that exposes a bit of a dark heart upon closer examination. The folks at SongMeanings seem to think it’s either about forced camaraderie with the boss after work, or perhaps simply about upper middle class slumming in a ‘real’ pub. While I think either explanation fits, I tend to go with the latter explanation myself. Either way you put it, it’s still a great song.
Here’s a link to the video. I love the dancing from the band–you don’t see it very often from bands like this.
And of course, the lyrics:
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 bass
Where you win or you lose
And its them who choose
And if you don’t win then you’ve lost
What a good place to be
Don’t believe it
‘Cause they speak a different language
And it’s never really happened to me
{It’s happy hour again}
Don’t believe it
‘Cause they speak a different language
And 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 they tell 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
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