Counting on your fingers in the snack bar With the world at your feet and the key to your car Thinking of what you say you're going to do You say "I think I'll do the same as you" Oh happiness, happiness How can something so clean make such a mess The things you touch and the things you see Come happiness Standing on the splinters in your front room And your brother prays to god that you'll be down here soon With coat on your hand and those shoes on your feet And that thought in your head and these words in your mouth There's nothing new to tell about happiness How can so much amount to something less And the things you touch and the things you feel Come happiness [Bridge x2] There's nothing to laugh at No reason for that But if it makes you happy I know you can't help that Ha ha happiness, happiness How can something so clean make such a mess The things you touch and the things you see Come happiness There's nothing new to tell about happiness How can so much amount to something less And the things you touch and the things you feel Come happiness