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