He can't remember when he first admitted the truth
One day he just stopped believin' the dreams of his youth
Now he goes down to a bar after work every day
Mmm, at two-for-one prices, he drinks till the pain goes away
She married young thinkin' she'd have a life of her own
Now she hopes to survive till the kids are all grown
She looks at the clock and the bottle of gin on the shelf
Mmm, then pours out a drink and starts happy hour by herself
They've got the Happy Hour blues
Nothing to live for, and nothing to lose
Hating their lives that leave them so little to choose
So they give up and give in to the Happy Hour blues
As he plays the jukebox, the warmth of the whiskey sets in
Meanwhile at home, she sits back in the glow of her gin
When he gets home, she won't ask and won't care where he's been
Mmmm, inside he's dying as she lies there, crying again
They've got the Happy Hour blues
Nothing to live for, and nothing to lose
Hating their lives that leave them so little to choose
So they give up and give in to the Happy Hour blues
So, every day, they give in to the Happy Hour blues