Happiness is in the sun
Wholesome as a loaded gun
Happiness is in the mail
With a pseudo-guarantee that it’ll be stale

Happiness is hygiene
A clean-luck living without caffeine
Happiness is your home
And the right man’s job that we should know

If it wastes itself on you
Well you know what you have to do
Paint it on a fan
Hop in the caravan

Happiness is in the sun
Real as surreal or an eight-mile run
Happiness is in the mail
Shipped to the coast by a gale

Happiness is hygiene
Waking up to the morning sheen
Happiness is your home
Stable as a steady quote

If it fits itself on you
Well you know what you’re not to do
Show it down in stride
Smile real wide

Smile real wide
Smile real wide
Smile real wide