He came driving to her town last night
Promising to heal her little wounds
I would squeal for one big meal
If you would teach me how to be ...
Happy ...
Happy ...
Happy ...
Is there one answer in that big book ?
This may sound stupid
but I've found religion to be
Much too much for me
And it touched her hair
And she slowly fell down
You're not dead you're just lying on the floor
Your looking at the ankles of the radicals
You know why the world's at world
It's all very clear
I don't want it anymore
And I would squeal for one big meal
If you will teach me how to be ...
Happy ...
Happy ...
Happy ...
