Now if u want to be happy, let me tell u how to do it
U get up in the morning and get right to it
U bring home the baconand u make a litle bread
U get a little sleepy and u go back to bed

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life don't have to mean nothin' at all

If veryboday tells u ur a little to tall, go out and get urself a basketball
dye ur hair orange and put a ring in ur ear
U can make $47 million a year

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If everybody says ur a little to short, go out and get urselfa big ol' horse
U can be a jockey if u got no fear, U can make $47 million a year

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Be good to ur sister, and good to ur brother
Be good to ur poppa and god to ur mother

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Now if ur a con man looking for a pigeon, go out and start a brand new religion
Get on tv and make amoney request, they can all go to heaven while their starvin to death

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Now if everybody saysur a littletoo rough, go out and get urself some boxing gloves
Beat somebody up around the ears, U can make $47 million a year

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Now if everybody says ur a little too slick, get urselfinto politics
Get that office, and get that power, and u can spend $47 million an hour

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Now if u can pick a guitarand sing through ur nose, get urself a bunch of cowboy clothes
sing about dying and shedding them tears, u can lose $47 million a year

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