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Little Bones Lyrics

Artist: Tragically Hip
Album: Road Apples

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
2.50 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
2.50 for a decade
And a buck and a half for a year
Happy hour, happy hour
Happy hour is here

I can cry, beg and whine
T'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."

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
2.50 for and eyeball
And a buck and a half for an ear
Happy hour, happy hour
Happy hour is here

Nothing's dead down here, just a little tired
They'd say, "Baby eat this chicken slow
It's full of all them little bones."

Comments/Interpretations

by grass on 7/7/2008 3:23pm
this comment is about the song; i think this is a very good song is one of my favorite songs and should be one of yours too the words really have nothing to do with each other but like i said it is a really good song my dad introduced it to me he likes to listen to 80s songs

by Bryon brothers on 6/26/2011 8:24pm
Little bones is one of my favorites just saw them live awesome is all i can say

by Grow on 3/29/2013 8:10am
Your an idiot. Trag Hip songs have deep meaning. Stop reading it word for word and actually listen to what he's talking about. It's not about eating chicken with little bones.