Paroles: The Sunday Drivers. Happy Song.

Yesterday I was having a good time
A funny night and there's no reason why

What is going on?
If you were meant to be bored
We didn't mean to play this happy song
But play it on, play it on, play it on

What a trip we jump over the blips
I gloat my lips it is bitter and it's sweet

Look at them, they really stare at us
They want more and we do know why

You gaze at me and you don't even know
I still sing slow but I'm not what I show