Mr. Happy

I'm kind of fat and I sweat a lot 
but that's the only bad quirky dinks I got 
that and maybe the whole murdering aspect 
but we really ain't even got to that yet 
I love people, I love everything about them 
and that's why I gotta live life without them 
I know it don't make any sence to you but fuck you 
this songs about me exclusively 
murder, murderous, murderation 
the murdering mentality without an explanation 
I'm Mr. Happy and I ride a bike 
I ain't got a seat I just sit on the pipe thing 
I whistle, I sing, ill pet your poodle
ill twist and squeeze your neck like a wet noodle 
cause I'm so happy ill stab your ass 
and lay down next to you dead on the grass 
and sing 
Ooh it feel so good every time I murder I get happy 
happy happy happy 
I'm happy, happy, happiest 
I'm happy, happy, happiest 
I'm happy, happy, happiest 
I murder murder murder you (must kill you)[sung during murder murder murder] 
ill murder murder murder you 
ill murder murder murder you 
ill murder murder murder you 
I love you, so hand me you neck 
let me teach you about love and respect 
respect the fact that I love to kill 
wait a minute y'all I gotta take my pill 
Zanoffs.. it works : down to only 3 people a day 
my victims, I give them love and care 
I don't wanna get blood everywhere 
I don't use a chainsaw or a butcher knife 
that's so 90's get it right 
I never mutilate or chop my loves 
all I really need is a pair of gloves 
or maybe a car, ill run 'em down wit it 
I know that can be messy but the birds will get it 
don't you see that I love you 
I'm mr. happy I'm all about fun 
Now get into the pit and try to kill someone 
Ooh it feel so good every time I murder I get happy 
happy happy happy 
I'm happy, happy, happiest 
I'm happy, happy, happiest 
I'm happy, happy, happiest 
its found murder murder murder you 
ill murder murder murder you 
ill murder murder murder you 
ill murder murder murder you 
my bike has a basket full of strawberries 
I picked them myself along with apples and cherries 
lemons and oranges and boogers and limes 
plus there's a faygo in there but that's mine 
red flowers like after your dead 
I plant seeds and growem out the side of your head 
I got flowers all over the back yard 
in the form of a jokers card 
Uh ohh feels good 
I like the chuckel of my neighborhood 
I'm one of them midnight creeps at dennys 
talking to myself and lickin my pennys 
I got a french fry hangin out of my beard 
(don't go near that guy he's weird) 
you know I'm all good and everythings all right 
when you hear this scream in the middle of the night 
like this: 
Ooh it feel so good every time I murder I get happy 
happy happy happy 
I'm happy, happy, happiest 
I'm happy, happy, happiest 
I'm happy, happy, happiest 
its found murder murder murder you 
ill murder murder murder you 
ill murder murder murder you 
ill murder murder murder you 
[repeats until song ends]