Idiots at Happy Hour - Blind Pigs

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