Songtext von Idiots At Happy Hour

On Cape Cod in the summer There are watering holes for slobs Who just got back from college And got stuck with nowhere jobs Where "maddogs" pick up "quabin" The beer runs good as gold Fights are a dime a dozen And those rejected lose control When it's time for another happy hour They get it while they can Idiots at happy hour Where a man can be a man Idiots at happy hour If you're lucky they'll be mudwrestling You can watch two ugly broads Slither around in greyish slime Like human polliwogs Where men can ride a bronco And be cowboy for a day A part of your society I choose to stay away