Happy Songs

Her dreams were too big for the soul
So they held her down like strings on a kite
They thought she'd fly away
Oh yeah she just might
And leave them all behind
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Sing happy songs to the beautiful ones and make them happy and you'll go far, you'll go far

Singing songs will make you friends and only need means to ends
But that's ok don't feel bad to escape in anyway
And this town drag you down and never let the bastards think they've won
You're too big to let them cage you in,
Too smart to let them win,
Smart to let them win

Sing happy songs to the beautiful ones and make them happy
Sing happy songs to the beautiful ones and make them happy
Sing happy songs to the beautiful ones and make them happy

And you'll go far, you'll go far

[.z~]