Idiots at Happy Hour

Lyrics

(One, two) On Cape Cod in the summer There are watering holes for slobs Who just got back from college Or got stuck in nowhere jobs Where "maddogs" pick up "quabin" The beer runs good as gold Fights are a dime a dozen As 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 Idiots at happy hour If you're lucky they'll be mud wrestling You can watch two ugly broads Slither around in greyish slime Like human polliwogs Where the men can ride a bronco And be cowboys for a day This is a part of your society I choose to stay away 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 Idiots at happy hour (Burp)