Chuck Brodsky Happy Little World
You might catch me sleeping on a soft featherbed
Where the moss grows green & heavy - that's where I lay my head
Frogs and things are croaking - the river ‘round me swirls
On an island...in my happy little world
White knights do ride horses and do battle for the hand
Of the fairest maidens in this enchanted land
I give ‘em happy endings, the guy always gets the girl
Her hero...in his happy little world
So and so, she's gone now - that's an oft-recurring theme
My outlook still is rosy though it's not like I had dreamed
That Lady Luck would brush my face with her long, soft, golden curls
And then leave me...in my happy little world
Things, they could be better - things, they could be worse
I've ridden in an ambulance but never in a hearse
Tragedy makes front page news in the Daily Morning Herald
I'll take the funnies...back to my happy little world
And when I have a penny - I'll often make a wish
Throw it in the river - and out'll jump a fish
Sometimes I'll just dive right in and I'll come up with a pearl
From the oyster...of my happy little world
So let that sourpuss be sour - I don't give a damn
And shoefly, he don't bother me - I'm as happy as a clam
I march behind the majorette, with the baton that she twirls
It's halftime...in my happy little world
You can call it an asylum, but who's to say what's real
Don't you hate it when somebody tries to tell you what to think & what to feel?
I'm spraypainting graffiti & fingerpainting little murals
In the schoolyards...of my happy little world
So if you catch me sleeping on a featherbed so soft
With angels singing over me & my head upon the moss
Stand back with your warnings, and the heresies you might hurl
About a doomsday...in my happy little world
