Little Bones Lyrics - Tragically Hip

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 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 

Two fifty for a decade 

And a buck and a half for a year 

Happy hour, happy hour 

Happy hour is here 

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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" 

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 

Two fifty for an eyeball 

And a buck and a half for an ear 

Happy hour, happy hour 

Happy hour is here 

Photos 

Well, nothing's dead down here, it's just a little tired 

Nothing is dead down here, it's just a little tired 

Nothing's dead down here, it's just a little tired 

Nothing is dead down here, it's just a little tired 

"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" 

Little bones 

Full of all them little bones 

Little bones