In a cold Dark Universe, Where the wind chills the bone and we all die alone, our heart finds relief when the Happy Man comes to town.

He sings us songs and for a while we belong. He warms us like a fire on a freezing night. He saves us from the Fear and he sometimes buys the beer. We want to draw him near and keep him happy.

He is the Happy Man bringing tales of love and hope . Making us smile and feel alive and want to go on and work and strive .

And then he wants 54 million for a private jet
and he demands we give all we can get.
Cause we live in sin and must give in.
To the glory of comfortable travel.

He seems to know Jesus and he tells us with no doubt
that if Jesus was alive he’d be flying in a jet
and not riding a donkey.
And he really must fly
to find more horrible thought crime
to uncover the the cheaters who live in Slime.

And he dresses so nice .
and he offers the dice,
is it eternal life
or a cocktail with ice ?

They will buy him his jet
and he will fly in style.
I will keep my cash and my blissful smile
proceeding on down to the miracle mile
walking away to a time and a place
where peace and love lift the fleshy veil.