Ha Ha Happiness

Counting on your fingers in the snack bar
With the world at your feet and the key to your car
Thinking of what you say you’re going to do
You say «I think I’ll do the same as you»
Oh happiness, happiness
How can something so clean make such a mess
The things you touch and the things you see
Come happiness
Standing on the splinters in your front room
And your brother prays to god that you’ll be down here soon
With coat on your hand and those shoes on your feet
And that thought in your head and these words in your mouth
There’s nothing new to tell about happiness
How can so much amount to something less
And the things you touch and the things you feel
Come happiness
There’s nothing to laugh at
No reason for that
But if it makes you happy
I know you can’t help that
Ha ha happiness, happiness
How can something so clean make such a mess
The things you touch and the things you see
Come happiness
There’s nothing new to tell about happiness
How can so much amount to something less
And the things you touch and the things you feel
Come happiness