Happy Hour

Happy Hour - Weezer (威瑟樂隊)

Written by：Sean Bowe/Chris Sernel/Rivers Cuomo

I'm like Stevie Ray Vaughan on the stage high on music

Teeth grindin' sweatin' under the lights

But then my boss calls and she's crushin' me with a 20 ton weight

Just like in Monty Python

Somebody left on the sink it's still running

My eyes are gonna overflow

I need a happy hour on sad days

Sad days

I need a happy hour I can't wait

Can't wait

I'm like Ponce de Leon setting on a ship for the new world

Checking out the birds and flowers

Let's chill out on this island I've been

Sucking on a lime and coconut coconut

I think I could stay here for the rest of my life

Please don't ever make me go home

I need a happy hour on sad days

Sad days

It's my happy hour I can't wait

Can't wait

Maybe I'll meet a scientist in sweatpants and a hair tie

We'll conversate about rare birds and MIDI keyboards

And we'll slow dance head on my shoulder

Swing back and forth and my friends are gonna smile

Everything's gonna be alright

It's my happy hour on sad days

Sad days

I need a happy hour I can't wait

Can't wait

I need a happy hour to save me

We'll conversate about rare birds and MIDI keyboards

I need a happy hour I can't wait