Happy Hour

Boy it's not happy hour no more Go and get your clothes from the floor I'm done drinking that tequila Now I'm thinking a little clearer So let yourself out the front door Wish I thought of this before I let you in They say gin makes you sin (Clap clap)You burn on the way down It's too much but I'll do another round I find I lose track of time With the help of salt and lime When its two for the price of one You got cut off and now we're done So sweet then it gets sour Now we're Blaming this on happy hour It may be cheaper now but I'll be Paying cause nothing is free Later when morning comes I'll be thinking that was dumb This bourbon made the lines a little fuzzy Last night I swore you looked like Patrick Dempsey (Clap clap)You burn on the way down It's too much but I'll do another round I find I lose track of time With the help of salt and lime When it's two for the price of one You got cut off and now we're done So sweet then it gets sour Now we're Blaming this on happy hour You know where to find me on Tuesday From 4-7 And by the time that I wake up At 11 That's when I know what I did from 9-10 And I tell myself I'll never do it again You burn on the way down It's too much but I'll do another round I find I lose track of time With the help of salt and lime When its two for the price of one You got cut off and now we're done So sweet then it gets sour Now we're Blaming this on happy hour I'm happy your out Blaming this on happy hour So sweet then its sour blaming this on happy hour