Ray Stevens - Happy Hour (Is the Saddest Time of the Day) lyrics

We used to get hammered
Ev'ry afternoon at five
And for two hours we'd keep pourin' 'em down
Doubles for two dollars till we
Could barely survive
Then we'd walk out the door and
Weave all over town

We were ripped, we were staggered
We were hopelessly blind
We were drunk on love and
Anything else we could find
But then you sobered up and you drifted away
Now happy hour
(happy hour) is the saddest time of the day

Oh, can't you remember the good times we had
With you singin' up at the bar
We would have been terrors out on the road
But we never could locate the car
We were ripped, we were staggered
We were hopelessly blind
We were drunk on love and
Anything else we could find
But then you sobered up and you drifted away
Now happy hour
(happy hour) is the saddest time of the day

Oh darlin', how could you leave me after all
The good times we had?
Remember the time you set my car on fire?
After you caught me in the back
Seat with a cocktail waitress
Heh heh, you talk about a hot date, whooo!
We nearly melted in each other's arms
And the way you used to light the
Filter tip end on your cigarette
And then smoke it right down, heh heh
Said it reminded you of Cleveland
Or the way I used to stagger into
The wrong restroom all the time
That's how we met, up close, personal
Or the quiet times when we'd
Stop to get pizza
And go home and have nightmares together
Remember the New Year's Eve when you
Passed out in your ice cream?
Nearly froze to death!
Boy, we're talkin' fun! How could
You leave all that?
I mean it's not as though we were alcoholics
Ten or fifteen cocktails before dinner
A couple o' bottles o' wine
Some brandy nightcaps we knew our limit's
Now, now we don't even
Speak the same language
I speak tequila and you speak Perrier
Might as well be Greek to me
Now I sit drinkin' your doubles and mine
With a million memories, take your pick
And the tears start fallin'
Like Thunderbird wine
Just can't go on, I think I'm gonna get sick

We were ripped, we were staggered
We were hopelessly blind
We were drunk on love and
Anything else we could find
But then you sobered up and you drifted away
Now happy hour
(happy hour) is the saddest time
Yes, happy hour
(happy hour) is the saddest time
Whoa oh, happy hour
(happy hour) is the saddest time of the day