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VERSE1
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 a buck and a half For a beer,
happy hour Happy hour, happy hour is here

VERSE2
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 half for a year
happy hour Happy hour,
happy hour is here

Pre-CHORUS
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

CHORUS
Baby, eat this chicken slow
It’s full of all them little bones

VERSE3
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

BRIDGE
Nothing’s dead down here
Just a little tired they’d say
Nothing’s dead down here
It’s just a little tired
Nothing’s dead down here
Just a little tired
Nothing’s dead down here
It’s just a little tired

CHORUS

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

[Verse 1]
F#m
  It gets so sticky down here
A B
   Better butter your cue-finger up
F#m
   It's the start of another new year
A B
   Better call the newspaper up,
F#m
   two-fifty for a hi-ball
A
 and a buck and
    B
a half for a beer,
F#m
  Happy hour,Happy hour,
A B
  happy hour is here
 
[Verse 2]
 
F#m
  The long days of Shockley are gone
A B
  So is football Kennedy style
F#m
  Famous last words taken all wrong
A B
  Wind up on the very same pile
F#m
  Two-fifty for a decade
 A              B
And a buck and half for a year
F#m
  Happy hour, Happy hour,
A B
   happy hour is here
 
[Bridge]
D
I can cry, beg and whine
E
To every rebel I find
D
Just to give me a line
E
I could use to describe
 
 [Chorus]
E        E F#m          E F#m
They'd say, baby, eat this chicken slow
A B                      A B
  It's full of all them little bones
E F#m          E F#m
  Baby, eat this chicken slow
A B                      A B
  It's full of all them little bones
 
[Verse 3]
F#m  A B  F#m A B
F#m
  So regal and decadent here
A B
  Coffin-cheaters dance on their graves
F#m
  Music all it's delicate fear
A B
  Is the only thing that don't change
F#m
Two-fifty for an eyeball
   A               B
  And a buck and a half for an ear
F#m
  Happy hour, Happy hour
A B
  happy hour is here
 
[Outro]
A               E F#m
Nothing's dead down here
               A
Just a little tired
                E F#m
Nothing's dead down here
                A
It's just a little tired
                E F#m
Nothing's dead down here
                A
Just a little tired
                E F#m
Nothing's dead down here
               A
It's just a little tired
 
E F#m  E F#m  A B  A B x 2
 
[Chorus]
E        E F#m          E F#m
They'd say, baby, eat this chicken slow
A B                      A B
  It's full of all them little bones
E F#m          E F#m
  Baby, eat this chicken slow
A B                      A B
  It's full of all them little bones