I was playing down the coast in some neolithic outpost

Trying to share my thoughts in quiet melody

I found a man who didn't know that folk music is played real slow

And the lyrics should be taken seriously

He said sing a happy song, sing a happy song, sing a happy song

So I come home once more, shut the gate, bolt the door

And I watch the latest program on TV

On how to give your car away and how to stay alive today

Just lock the door, throw away the key

And sing a happy song, sing a happy song, sing a happy song

I can see people leaving, children crying, widows grieving

Can't believe the things they say they've done

It's not true that crime don't pay yeah vigilantes rule ok

But don't let all the bad news spoil the fun

While you sing a happy song, sing a happy song

You can sing along with a happy song

Now I don't like to criticise but I always have to analyse

And sing it out for anyone to hear

To hell with social comment, philosophy, enlightenment

Just tell a joke and down another beer

And sing a happy song, sing a happy song

You can sing along with a happy song

I'm all for enjoyment a bit of comic entertainment

And I can take a joke at my expense

Still you have to look around, pass judgement on what's going down

But when you've had enough I guess it makes some sense

Just to sing a happy song, sing a happy song, sing a happy song

Sing a happy song You can sing along with a happy song

Sing a happy song Sing a happy song, sing a happy song