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I came straight from work
And I ordered a beer
We don’t talk about you
They don’t know you here
I’m with all my friends
But it’s great solitude
It’s my happy hour
I don’t waste it on you
When we talk about hard times
Some talk of ex-wives
Some talk of old girlfriends
They’ve loved in their lives
But for me that’s the one thing
That’s strictly taboo
This is my happy hour
I don’t waste it on you
Chorus: Twenty-four seven, this ol’ heart’s in pain
Week after week, each day is the same
My only vacation’s Friday afternoon
That’s my happy hour
I don’t waste it on you
And If I see and old friend
That we both once knew
We’ll talk like old buddies
‘Til they bring up you
That’s when I tell them
I’ve got something to do
‘Cause this is my happy hour
I don’t waste it on you
Repeat Chorus
My one consolation’s Friday afternoon
That’s my happy hour
I don’t waste it on you
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