I'm kind of fat and I sweat a lot

but that the only bad quirky dinks I got 

that and maybe the whole murdering aspect

but we really ain't even got to that yet

I love people, I love everything about them

and that's why I gotta live life without them

I know it don't make any since to you but fuck you

this songs about me exclusively

murder, murderous, murderation

the murdering mentality without an explanation

I'm Mr. Happy and I ride a bike

I ain't got a seat I just sit on the pipe thing

I whistle, I sing, ill pet your poodle

ill twist and squeeze your neck like a wet noodle

cause I'm so happy ill stab your ass

and lay down next to you dead on the grass

and sing

Ooh it feel so good every time I murder I get happy

happy happy happy

its found happy happy happy

its found happy happy happy

its found happy happy happy

its found murder murder murder you

ill murder murder murder you

ill murder murder murder you

ill murder murder murder you

I love you, so hand me you neck

let me teach you about love and respect

respect the fact that I love to kill

wait a minute y'all I gotta take my pill

Zanoffs.. it works : down to only 3 people a day

my victims, I give the love and care

I don't wanna get blood everywhere

I don't use a chainsaw or a butcher knife

that's so 90's get it right

I never mutilate or chop my loves

all I really need is a pair of gloves

or maybe a car, ill run 'em down wit it

I know that can be messy but the birds will get it

don't you see that I love you

I'm mr. happy I'm all about fun

Ooh it feel so good every time I murder I get happy

happy happy happy

its found happy happy happy

its found happy happy happy

its found happy happy happy

its found murder murder murder you

ill murder murder murder you

ill murder murder murder you

ill murder murder murder you

my bike has a basket full of strawberries

I picked them myself along with apples and cherries

lemons and oranges and boogers and limes

plus there's a faygo in there but that's mine

red flowers like after your dead

I plant seeds and growem out the side of your head

I got flowers all over the back yard

in the form of a jokers card

Uh ohh feels good

I like the chuckel of my neighborhood

I'm one of them midnight creeps at dennys

talking to myself and lickin my pennys

I got a french fry hangin out of my beard

(don't go near that guy he's weird)

you know I'm all good and everythings all right

when you hear this scream in the middle of the night

like this:

Ooh it feel so good every time I murder I get happy

happy happy happy

its found happy happy happy

its found happy happy happy

its found happy happy happy

its found murder murder murder you

ill murder murder murder you

ill murder murder murder you

ill murder murder murder you

[repeats until song ends]





[thanks to BigPoppa209@aol.com for correcting these lyrics]