Tekster: Welbilt. Happy Hour.

I take a seat at the bar
Catchin' the tail end of happy hour
What's your poison today?
A Tom Collins for my friend
Well I'll have a tall draft Killian
Jessica, get her a Sex On The Beach
Jen's sippin' on a Long Island Tea

Well we laugh about the stupid stuff
And now some of us are now drunk enough
I found my thoughts drifting to you again
I take a sip just to forget
Baby, that we ever met
Now a round of undercurrents sweep us away

And now bartender
Pour me some better thoughts
Well this glass is full of memories of you
And forget-me-nots
Get me one more whiskey sour
'Cause goddammit it's happy hour
And isn't that what we all want to be

There's mirrors all around the walls
It's another round of melon balls
Look into my reflection
I wonder what I'm doin' here
An hour's passed and I've still got half a beer
Just shakin' you out of my head

And now bartender
Pour me some better thoughts
Well this glass is full of memories of you
And forget-me-nots
Get me one more whiskey sour
'Cause goddammit it's happy hour
And isn't that what we all want to be

Oh, bartender
Pour me some better thoughts
Well this glass is full of memories of you
And forget-me-nots
Get me one more whiskey sour
'Cause goddammit it's happy hour
And isn't that what we all want to be