Oh baby eat this chicken slow
Famous last words were taken all wrong
I can cry, beg and whine
Nothing's dead down here, it's just a little tired
And a buck and a half for an ear
The long days of Shockley are gone
It's full of all them little bones
It's full of all them little bones
They'd say
It's full of all them little bones"
"Baby eat this chicken slow
And buck and a half for a beer
Happy hour is here
Baby eat this chicken slow
Oh baby eat this chicken slow
I could use to describe
Happy hour, happy hour
Little bones, full of all them
Happy hour, happy hour
Better call the newspaper up
Is the only thing that don't change
Happy hour, happy hour
Nothing's dead down here, it's just a little tired
Nothing's dead down here, it's just a little tired
So regal and decadent here
Happy hour is here
It's full of all them little bones
Coffin cheaters dance on their graves
So is football Kennedy style
It's the start of another new year
Music, all it's delicate fear
Well, nothing's dead down here, just a little tired
Two fifty for an eyeball
Just to give me a line
And a buck and a half for a year
Happy hour is here
Two fifty for a hi-ball
Wind up on the very same pile
Two fifty for a decade
To every rebel I find
