Lyrics:

The song is essentially about a working class man on a night out with his bosses and playing along with them by pretending to be their friends even though he thinks they are complete morons.
It's happy hour again
I think I might be happy if I wasn't out with them
And they're happy, it's a lovely place to be
Happy that the fire's real, the barman is a she

Where the haircuts smile and the meaning of style
Is a night out with the boss
Where you win or you lose, and it's them who choose
And if you don't win, then you've lost

What a good place to be
Don't believe her
'Cause they speak a different language
And it's never really happened to me (It's happy hour again)
Don't believe her, oh no
'Cause it's never been happy for me (It's happy hour again)
No, woah-oh

It's another night out with the boss
Following in footsteps overgrown by moss
And he tells me could women grow on trees
And if you catch them right, they will land upon their knees

Where they open all their wallets and they close all their minds
And they love to buy you all a drink
And as we ask all the questions, and you take all your clothes off
Go back to the kitchen sink

What a good place to be
Don't believe her
'Cause they speak a different language
And it's never really happened to me (It's happy hour again)
Don't believe her, oh no
'Cause it's never been happy for me (It's happy hour again)
No, woah-oh, oh

What a good place to be
Don't believe her
'Cause they speak a different language
And it's never really happened to me
Don't believe her, oh no
'Cause it's never been happy for me (It's happy hour again)

Don't believe her, don't believe her (It's happy hour again)
Don't believe her (It's happy hour again)
And again, and again
(It's happy hour again) and again, and again
(It's happy hour again) and again, and again
It's happy hour again