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THAT'S MY HAP-HAP-HAPPINESS
Words by Howard Johnson and Charles Tobias, music by Al Sherman.
[New York]: Irving Berlin, 1926.
As sung by Billy Jones & Ernest Hare (The Happiness Boys)

PATTER: —I have a little something I want to tell you, Bill.
—Yes?

VERSE: —Talk of happiness, real true happiness; do you know what it means?
—Some people say it's wealth,
While others say it's health.
—But there's happiness, just one happiness, I've been longing to find.
—Will you paint a picture, the kind you have in mind?

CHORUS 1: —Think of just a little town
When the evening sun goes down.
That's my hap-hap-happiness.
—Think of just a bungalow
Where the morning glories grow.
Is that your hap-hap-happiness?
—Yes. —Don't hesitate or wait; just open the gate
—And walk in with me.
Look around and oh what a home-sweet-home you will see.
—Think of someone if you can,
Saying, "Da-da, here I am."
—That's my hap-hap-happiness.

PATTER: There, Bill, that's my idea of happiness. Now, what's yours?
—Well I'll tell you:

CHORUS 2: When Gene Tunney swings his hand
And I hear his old glove land.
—Is that your hap-hap-happiness?
—And when springtime comes around,
For a baseball game I'm bound.
—Is that your hap-hap-happiness?
—The umpire starts to shout "You're safe" and "You're out,"
That thrills me, I find,
Even though the home team is one or two runs behind.
When the bags are full, it's great,
—And then Babe Ruth walks to the plate,
—That's my hap-hap-happiness.

PATTER: —That's very good, Bill, but you see, you're a bachelor, and don't get the real line on happiness. In other words, you don't know anything at all about home ties.
—Well, if that's a home tie your wife gave you for Christmas, I don't want to know anything about 'em.
—Well, listen. I'm going to give you my idea of home ties:

CHORUS 3: Ev'ry meal I sit beside
My sweet baby girl, my pride.
—Is that your hap-hap-happiness?
—Yes, she loves potatoes, the little dear.
—She shoves them in your nose and your ear.
—And that's my hap-hap-happiness.
She's full of joy, and boy,
—She breaks any toy her two eyes can see.
—When we bought a new baby grand, —she broke ev'ry key.
—When she breaks things, I'm not sore.
—You go out and buy her more.
—And that's my hap-hap-happiness.

CHORUS 4: —We two boys without a care
Entertain you folks out there.
That's our hap-hap-happiness.
Just to know the things we do
Make us feel we're pleasing you,
That's our hap-hap-happiness.
—Each one beneath the sun should know that he's done
His share while he's here,
—Spreading all around him a little sunshine and cheer.
—If we failed, at least we've tried,
But if you feel satisfied,
That's our hap-hap-happiness.