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Albums:

Paris Happy Hour/After Hour (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Finest Hour's Finest Hour (Antonio Carlos Jobim) · The Happy Hour Honky Tonk Piano (Honky Tonk Herman) · Brewed In Texas: The Original Texas Happy Hour (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Happy Hour Jazz (Hutchinson, Hutch) · For Happy Hour Lovers, Vol. 1 (Richard Clayderman) · Happy Hour (The Housemartins) · For Happy Hour Lovers, Vol. 2 (Nicolas de Angelis) · Greatest Hits [Happy Hour] (The Dubliners) · Die Kultschlager [Happy Hour] (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


stop it
All the girls are friends with Molly
Dilated
X-rated
Pageant princess
Puking rainbows

Drink the Kool-Aid, Don't drink the Kool-Aid (x 8)
Remove your clothes
Take off your clothes (Strip!) [3x]

Out the shower, we butt-naked
Cash and ass, we don't fake it
Measuring tape, by four
fuel
To get it, it needs puppets
So what's ten million dead if it's keeping out the Russians?

We're well-trained by the CIA with Yankee tax money in
I care for
I believe that's the only way
Twenty four hours is all that are needed
Because I live my life day by day

People say that I'm crazy
Da da da da da 
Da da da da da 
So very happy 

I never get tired of talkin' on the phone with you 
For hours at a time 
And as time goes by we
Happy lost in your hair
And the cold side of the pillow.
Your hills and valleys,
Are mapped by my intrepid fingers,
And in a naked slumber, I dream
Daydream
I fell asleep beneath the flowers
For a couple of hours
On a beautiful day
Daydream
I dream of you amid the flowers
For a couple of hours
'Cause they killed my little cousin Nicholas
But my memory's only happy images
This is for the hood, this is for the kids
This is for the single
And on the worst days
When it feels like life weighs ten thousand tons
She's got her cowboy boots and car keys on the bed stand
So she can always run
She can get
happy at all

The clock on the wall says a quarter-to-three
I got people to see
Meet my friend Clive, start drinkin' by five
End up wishin' I weren't
killed my little cousin Nicholas
But my memories only happy images
This is for the hood, this is for the kids
This is for the single mothers, niggas doing
Daydream
I fell asleep beneath the flowers
For a couple of hours
On a beautiful day

Daydream
I dream of you amid the flowers
For a couple of hours
Daydream
I fell asleep beneath the flowers
For a couple of hours
On a beautiful day

Daydream
I dream of you amid the flowers
For a couple of hours
Daydream
I fell asleep beneath the flowers
For a couple of hours
On a beautiful day
Daydream
I dream of you amid the flowers
For a couple of hours
When I first came to this island
That I called by my own name
I was happy in this fortress
In my exile I remained
But the hours grew so empty
killed my little cousin Nicholas
But my memories only happy images
This is for the hood, this is for the kids
This is for the single mothers, niggas doing
At the single mingle happy hour
The one man band begins to sing
Accompanied by a drum machine

[Chorus]

White divorced swinging male
Seeks company to no
yeah
And our love's becoming a thing of the past

What happened to those happy hours
And where is the sweet bouquet of flowers
I'm so afraid the die
in my arms by the time I'll count to ten
Well I'll wait just a little while then I'll count again

When you were mine I had you like a puppet
a good ally
Jizmak the Gusha, his legion was described
For many hours he barked at the tribe

But then, timely, the catering arrived
Booze, drugs,
Know what you want, know what you need, X. 
Not just another story, not just another filler,
Not just another channel thinkin, trigger happy killer,
gots to get up
This is from the heart baby, don't get it twisted
Ahh X RATED!!!!!
hour we're all just shades of grey

They got married in a tiny chapel, 1965
Malcom X was on the radio
When he took her as his wife
And she looked so
every hour still we try to save it (aight, aight, aight)

[CHORUS - Razah]
Life changes on a daily bases
Every minute every hour still we try to save
You're sending me flowers
You order champagne
I'm missing a date by hours
Leaving you in the rain
Sometimes loosing my patience
I keep talking