' in my bones that I'll have my way hubba hubba hubba hubba hubba Chorus: Well, I'm a happy boy (happy boy) Well, I'm a happy boy (happy boy) Oh, ain
sing a chorus or two Come on it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you There's a Christmas party at the home of Farmer Gray It would be
happy and a shade less sad. Turn all that negative down just a tad: That'd be alright. If my dear ol' dog never got old, If my family farm never got
: Big Daddy's in the back seat taking to the Mammas God don't the world smell good today I'm bigger than a fruitcake Smaller than your honor A farmer
to feel you again. Its been a long long time. Hasn't it? ii.The guaranteed eternal sanctuary man I know a farmer who looks after the farm, with water
: If you go down to Willow Farm, to look for butterflies, flutterbyes, gutterflies Open your eyes, it's full of surprise, everyone lies, like the
sing a chorus or two Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you There's a birthday party at the home of Farmer Gray It'll be the
Dr. Wiggle Farmer asked me for a couple I went into my bag and gave him two like " no trouble" Now Ive got therapy I'm feeling much better I'm happy
: (Greg Brown) It's another happy April To every happy fool. And you move through my dreams Like a trout moves through a pool. Sure I will do anything
: Allelu, allelu I have died happy And lived to tell the tale to you I have slept for forty years And woke to find me gone I woke safe and warm in your
believe in civilization But yet I still drive a car I'm crippled but I'm walking I'm freed yet I'm barred I don't believe in hard work But still I have a farm
: there's a place where everyone can be happy, it's the most beautiful place in the whole fucking world, it's made of candy canes and planes, red choo
with those birds There we go changing kin There we go again What you need's a Happy farm With happy goats and sheep What I need's a Happy arm To swing
sing a chorus or two Come on, it's lovely weather For a sleigh ride together with you There's a birthday party At the home of Farmer Gray It'll be the
got corns walkin' the floor My shoes are all worn And the carpets half torn I'm kickin' myself 'Til I'm black and blue Child, I'd be so happy If you
toes on garbage pails. Waitresses are cryin' in the rain Will their boyfriends pass this way again? Oh, Mother Goose, she's on the skids Shoe ain't happy
