I'm a happy guy
I've got a happy life
Hear my happy whistle
From my happy lips
And all the world seems happy
When you're a happy man
And all the happy wanderers go
Happy hand in hand
(Whistle a tune)
I'm a happy person
I'm happy with my life
I laugh and the world laughs with me
Heedless of sorrow and strife
And all the world is happy
When you're a happy guy
And all the swiftly parting souls
Fly happy through the sky
Then they say:
What about the sorrow?
And what about the pain?
I guess I know I'll be happy again
But what about tomorrow
What about the bomb?
I guess I know that I'll
Get along
The world's not black
The world's not white
You're not wrong
And I'm not right
If you can think of a good reason why
I should not be a happy guy
Right it down on a blade of grass
And shove it up your happy...
As you can see
I'm as happy as
Can be
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