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"Happy Stuff"

I wanna new car, Daddy.
That's what's gonna make me... happy.
Driving down the road,
To where no one goes.
Yes! That's what's gonna make me happy.

I wanna new house, Daddy.
That's what's gonna make us happy.
Up on the highest hill.
You can pay the bills,
And I'll treat you, crappy.
See, that's what's gonna make us happy.

Let's have a baby, daddy.
That baby's gonna make life happy.
The car is old,
And the house is cold.
And, boy, time is snappy.
(God, this better make me happy.)

I want my money, Daddy!!!
That's what's gonna make him happy.
Since you sold our home,
Left us all alone,
And bought that new car- Cadi.
You still half this boy's daddy!
Don't you care if he goes happy?!

I want a new bike, daddy.
That's what's gonna make me happy.
With a seat foam.
All that shiny chrome,
Silver streamers flapping.
Promise, it'll make me happy.

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