The Tragically Hip

The Tragically Hip - Little Bones lyrics

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Better butter your cue-finger up
It's the start of another new year
Better call the newspaper up
2.50 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
2.50 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
T'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"

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
2.50 for and eyeball
And a buck and a half for an ear
Happy hour, happy hour
Happy hour is here

Nothing's dead down here, just a little tired

They'd say, "Baby eat this chicken slow
It's full of all them little bones
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Author: Rob Baker, Gordon Downie, Johnny Fay, Paul Langlois, Gord Sinclair

Composer: ?

Publisher: "Man Machine Poem Touring Inc."

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Released in: 2005

Language: English

Appearing on: Road Apples (1991) , Yer Favourites (2005) , Live at the Roxy (2022)

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