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Little Bones - The Tragically Hip

It gets so sticky down here

Better butter your cue finger up

It's the start of another new year

Better call the newspaper up

Two fifty for a hi-ball

And buck and a half for a beer

Happy hour happy hour

Happy hour is here

The long days of Shockley are gone

So is football Kennedy style

Famous last words taken all wrong

Wind up on the very same pile

Two fifty for a decade

And a buck and a half for a year

Happy hour happy hour

Happy hour is here

I can cry beg and whine

To every rebel I find

Just to give me a line

I could use to describe

They'd say "Baby eat this chicken slow

It's full of all them little bones"

"Baby eat this chicken slow

It's full of all them little bones"

So regal and decadent here

Coffin cheaters dance on their graves

Music all it's delicate fear

Is the only thing that don't change

Two fifty for an eyeball

And a buck and a half for an ear

Happy hour happy hour

Happy hour is here

Well nothing's dead down here it's just a little tired

Nothing is dead down here it's just a little tired

Nothing's dead down here it's just a little tired

Nothing is dead down here it's just a little tired

"Baby eat this chicken slow

It's full of all them little bones"

"Baby eat this chicken slow

It's full of all them little bones"

Little bones

Full of all them little bones

Little bones