Happyland

(Newman)


The wind is cold
The morning skies are gray
And through the fog
I walk along the bay

Passed a regiment
Of rusty swings
Sandy fields
Of broken things

The ferris wheel was turnin'
The roller coaster roared
And the summer sun was burnin'
On the hot dog stands and the candy store

And they had chocolate ice cream
And apples on a stick
And big ol' jars with gumdrops in 'em
And if you guessed it right, you'd win 'em

Happyland, Happyland
Land where dreams are made of
Happyland, Happyland
We could have a real nice time
Any ride for just one dime

What a great place
To be for a while
And then they left you alone
And they had these cars
That you could drive
And then pretend you were grown
I was much better off
When I was pretending
Now everything's far too real

Oh but Happyland, Happyland
Land where dreams are made of
Carousels and wishing wells
La la la la la la la

The ferris wheel was turnin'
And the roller coaster roared
And the summer sun was burnin'
On the hot dog stands and the candy store
And they had chocolate ice cream
And apples on a stick...


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