Mr. Happy

Yeah, don't forget to fuck yourself now, OK?
Rub baby oil on your butt cheeks and slide on the counter.
Boys, girls, everybody, gather 'round, all in together now.
WHEEE! Love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.
Shake your little butt. Shake your butt, come on.
Must kill you. Must kill you. Must kill you. Must kill you.
I'm kind of fat and I sweat a lot,
But that's the only bad quinky dinks I got.
That and maybe the whole murdering aspect,
But we ain't even really got to that yet.
I love people, yes, I love everything about them
And that's why I gotta live life without them.
I know it don't make any sense to you,
But fuck you. This songs about me exclusively.
Murder, murderous, murderation,
The murdering mentality without an explanation.
I'm Mr Happy and I ride a bike. Ching!
I ain't got a seat; I just sit on the pipe thing.
I whistle. I sing. I'll pet your poodle.
I'll twist and squeeze your neck like a wet noodle
'Cause I'm so happy I'll stab your ass
And lay down next to you, dead on the grass, and say,
"Boy, it feels so good. Every time I murder I get happy."
Happy, happy, happy, yes, I'm
Happy, happy, happy, yes, I'm
Happy, happy, happy, yes, I'm
Happy, happy, happy, yes I
Murder, murder, murder you, I
Murder, murder, murder you, I
Murder, murder, murder you, I
Murder, murder, murder you, I
I love you, so hand me your neck.
Let me teach you about love and respect.
Respect the fact that I love to kill.
Wait a minute, y'all. I gotta take my pill.
Zanoffs. It works. I'm down to only three people a day.
My victims, I give them love and care.
I don't wanna get blood everywhere.
I don't use a chainsaw or a butcher knife.
That's so '90s. Get it right.
I never mutilate or chop my loves.
All I really need is a pair of gloves
Or maybe a car. I'll run them down with it.
I know that can be messy, but the birds'll get it.
Don't you see that I love you? Err, aah, idiots!
I'm Mr Happy. I'm all about fun.
Now get in the pit and try to kill someone.
Boy, it feels so good. Every time I murder I get happy.
Happy, happy, happy, yes, I'm
Happy, happy, happy, yes, I'm
Happy, happy, happy, yes, I'm
Happy, happy, happy, yes I
Murder, murder, murder you, I
Murder, murder, murder you, I
Murder, murder, murder you, I
Murder, murder, murder you, I
My bike has a basket full of strawberries.
I picked them myself along with apples and cherries
And lemons and oranges and boogers and limes.
Plus there's a Faygo in there, but that's mine.
Red flowers, like after you're dead
I plant seeds and grow them out the side of your head.
I got flowers all over the backyard
In the form of a joker's card.
Uh oh, feels good.
I'm like the choko of my neighborhood.
I'm one of them midnight creeps at Denny's,
Talking to myself and licking my pennies.
I got a french fry hanging out of my beard.
Don't go near that guy. He's weird.
You know I'm all good and everything's all right
When you hear this scream in the middle of the night.
Like this.
Boy, it feels so good. Every time I murder I get happy."
Happy, happy, happy, yes, I'm
Happy, happy, happy, yes, I'm
Happy, happy, happy, yes, I'm
Happy, happy, happy, yes I
Murder, murder, murder you, I
Murder, murder, murder you, I
Murder, murder, murder you, I
Murder, murder, murder you, I
Come here, you little bitch. Come on. Everybody.
Let me cut your neck in half.
Happy, happy, happy, yes, I'm
Happy, happy, happy, yes, I'm
Happy, happy, happy, yes, I'm
Happy, happy, happy, yes I
Murder, murder, murder you, I
Murder, murder, murder you, I
Murder, murder, murder you, I
Murder, murder, murder you, I
You little bitch