Hey mr happy, here's just the song for you...
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Is you 'appy? You got to be 'appy! You got to be, 100%! (I suppose!)
Is you 'appy? You got to be 'appy! You got to be, 100%! (I suppose)
1.
What are you lookin' peevish for, pick yer jaw up off the floor,
Was you smacked with a 2 by 4, well you're not broke out in sores,
You ain't got no disease, don't go lookin' for sympathy
Cause I knows if you was me, you'd be 'appy!
Well I knows how hard it's got, and your guts is gone to rot,
And yer life is all upsot, and you're flashin' cold and hot,
Suck back yer nasal drip, stiffen up yer lower lip,
Yer not goin' to be missed, so 'tis just as well to be 'appy
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2.
I knowed a feller once, he was here for several months,
He got 'round with our bunch, we knowed 'e was out to lunch,
No one liked him real good, well 'is mudder never could,
But while 'e was stunned for good, 'e was 'appy!
And then there's ugly Gord, last year 'e broke out in warts,
Looks like the livin' corpse, girls rather kiss 'is horse,
Stinks like the rotten fish, face like the maggoty flesh,
We tolerates him I guess 'cause 'tis just as well to be 'appy!
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3.
One certain feller here, with nothin' between 'is ears,
One night 'e got on the beer, stripped off 'till 'e was bare,
Went paradin' around the town, 'till the cops tracked 'im down,
'E's in the mental now, but 'e's 'appy!
Listen here take my advice, make sure you got no lice,
Get yourself all smellin' nice, try to straighten out yer eyes,
Haul yer boots up over yer pants, take yer partner out to dance,
'Cause now you got the chance, and 'tis just as well to be 'appy.
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--Kevin Blackmore