Lyin’ in the phone booth again
She said something about an old friend
She hangs up and she heads back towards the car
Four PM she walks into the bar
She says extra sunshine, extra gin
Two green olives with the red things in ‘em please
Cause four to five
Was her one happy hour
While cross-eyed spies entertain their thoughts
He walks in and grabs his rye on rocks
Finds himself the only lonely booth
She sits down and lets go of the truth
He says hey there baby how you been
Sorry I’m late but the lady’s been wonderin’
Cause four to five
Was her one happy hour
They keep comin’ back to his place
Waking somethin’ from within
searchin’ for some kind of answer
They’re looking for somethin’
But nothin’ but trouble gonna find them
Down the road
Cause four to five
Was her one happy hour