Lyrics

Jug Band Happy Hour by Jonas Friddle

The marlin’s ashamed of his broken nose hanging on the dance floor wall
The water cooler wants its baseball team and suspects the old disco ball
The place has been waiting like a fairy tale to awake with a kiss and a laugh
The time has come now the last of the sun sneaks through the coke bottle glass
And our work is all done, let the music begin The mouthpiece is stuck in the tuba again
God bless this happy hour, didn’t we work for our pay

If I had to choose between the evening news and the jug band blues then I’d say
It’s the jug band happy hour at the Hideout Inn tonight

The front porch faces the municipal lot, where the city trucks get gasoline
The harmonica player smokes medicinal pot and quotes herman Melville from memory.
The polaroid picture on the register of two bums who both bounced a check
Leave your high heels in bed you ain’t turning no heads since the barstools all broke their necks
We come cause our trust funds are broke and through, we get in on a grandfather clause
We’re tired of speak when we’re spoken to, it’s our turn to shake down the walls
our work is all done, let the music begin
The mouthpiece is stuck in the tuba again

God bless this happy hour, didn’t we work for our pay
If I had to choose between the evening news and the just band blues then I’d say
It’s the jug band happy hour at the Hideout Inn tonight

The drinks they all go on special at the sound of the slide trombone
Sneak up the stairs to sit down on Mavis Staples throne
The bass drum was stolen from a window display when they shut down the old Marshal Fields
It just goes to show you’re as old as they say and never as young as you feel
our work is all done, let the music begin
The mouthpiece is stuck in the tuba again

God bless this happy hour, didn’t we work for our pay
If I had to choose between the evening news and the just band blues then I’d say
It’s the jug band happy hour
jug band happy hour
jug band happy hour
at the Hideout Inn tonight