Come and Get Your Happiness

Why are grown-up peoples' faces wrinkled like a lot of prunes?

Money, money, that's what chases them around like crazy loons

I think they make a big mistake, wealth and happiness that counts

Are free to all in large amounts

There's millions worth of golden sunbeams

That everybody can possess

All God's children got success

Come and get your happiness

There's billions worth of silver moonbeams

Enough for everyone I guess

What's a million more or less?

Come and get your happiness

Among the wildwood of your happy childhood

Where you were Jills and Jacks

In raggy britches there's a lot of riches

On which you don't pay any income tax

So get under their blue heaven

Away from trouble and distress

Just find Mother Nature's address

And come and get your happiness

A penny's worth a golden sunshine

Great for you and me that everybody can possess

Come and get your happiness

There's billions worth of silver moonbeams

Enough for everyone I guess

What's a million more or less?

Come and get your happiness

Among the wildwood of your happy childhood

Where you were Jills and Jacks

In raggy britches there's a lot of riches

On which you don't pay any income tax

So get under their blue heaven

Away from trouble and distress

Just find Mother Nature's address

And come and get your happiness

Come and get your happiness