Little Bones (Live At The Roxy May 3, 1991) The Tragically Hip
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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 high ball
And a buck and a half for a beer
Happy hour, happy hour
Happy hour's 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's 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"
Better butter your cue finger up
It's the start of another new year
Better call the newspaper up
Two fifty for a high ball
And a buck and a half for a beer
Happy hour, happy hour
Happy hour's 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's 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"
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