Little Bones Paroles

Happy hour, happy hour is here

The long days of Shockley are gone
So is football Kennedy style
Famous last words taken all wrong
Wind up on the very same pile
Two-fifty for a decade
And a buck and half for a year happy hour
Happy hour, happy hour is here

I can cry, beg and whine
To every rebel I find
Just to give me a line I could use to describe

They'd say, baby, eat this chicken slow
It's full of all them little bones
Baby, eat this chicken slow
It's full of all them little bones

So regal and decadent here And a buck and a half for an ear happy hour,
Happy hour happy hour is here

Nothing's dead down here,
Just a little tired they'd say,
Nothing's dead down here,
It's just a little tired
Nothing's dead down here,
Just a little tired
Nothing's dead down here,
It's just a little tired

Baby, eat this chicken slow
It's full of all them little bones
Baby, eat this chicken slow
It's full of all them little bones
Little bones
Full of all them little bones
Little bones