I've belong, a long way from here
Put on a poncho, played for mosquitoes,
and drank till
I was thirsty again
We went searching through
thrift store jungles
Found Geronimo's rifle,
Marilyn's shampoo and Benny Goodman's
corset and pen
Well, okay
I made this up
I promised you
I'd never give up
If it makes you happy, it can't be that bad
If it makes you happy then why the hell
are you so sad
You get down, real lowdown
You listen to Coltrane, derail your own train
Well, who hasn't been there before?
I come round, around the hard way
Bring you comics in bed, scrape the mold
off the bread
And serve you
French toast again
Well, okay
I still get stoned
I'm not the kind of girl you'd take home
If it makes you happy
It can't be that bad
If it makes you happy then why the hell
are you so sad
If it makes you happy
It can't be that bad
If it makes you happy then why the hell
are you so sad
We've been far, far away from here
Put on a poncho, played for mosquitoes,
and everywhere in between
Well, okay
We get along
So what if right now everything's wrong?
If it makes you happy
It can't be that bad
If it makes you happy then why the hell
are you so sad
If it makes you happy
It can't be that bad
If it makes you happy then why the hell
are you so sad