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