Lyrics by Tamara Williamson



He came driving to her town last night

Promising to heal her little wounds



I would squeal for one big meal

If you would teach me how to be ...

Happy ... 

Happy ... 

Happy ...



Is there one answer in that big book ?

This may sound stupid 

but I've found religion to be

Much too much for me

And it touched her hair

And she slowly fell down



You're not dead you're just lying on the floor

Your looking at the ankles of the radicals

You know why the world's at world

It's all very clear

I don't want it anymore



And I would squeal for one big meal

If you will teach me how to be ...

Happy ... 

Happy ... 

Happy ...