Looking back I see a million little things that wrecked us
She never liked my pick up truck
Parked up beside her Lexus
And I never wore them khakis like she asked me
Just trashy old blue jeans
Old skoal ring
She packed up her Chanel
Said go to hell, taught me a lesson
And now as far as shes concerned
Im in a deep and dark depression
But its happy hour drinking double shooters
Buying whiskey sours for a pack of cougars
I know I should be sadder but it all seems silly
Cause my good buddy went
And hooked me up with some Willie
Girl, I know a breakup aint supposed to be fun
But Im here at happy hour, happy ours is done, yeah
And I know shell hear about my paint the town red gallivanting
And shell think I thought of her curves
When I found that gal to dance with
And shell tell her friends Im faking, my hearts breaking,
Time will take away my grin
But Im winning every bar I stumble in
But its happy hour drinking double shooters
Buying whiskey sours for a pack of cougars
I know I should be sadder but it all seems silly
Cause my good buddy went
And hooked me up with some Willy
Girl, I know a breakup aint supposed to be fun
But Im here at happy hour, happy ours is done, yeah
Well itll make her feel much better if she thinks my life is hell
Tell her every since she left me its like time is standing still
And its happy hour drinking double shooters
Buying whiskey sours for a pack of cougars
I know I should be sadder but it all seems silly
Cause my good buddy went
And hooked me up with some Willy
Girl, I know a breakup aint supposed to be fun
But Im here at happy hour, happy ours is done
Yeah, Im here at happy hour, happy ours is done, yeah